Friday, March 18, 2011


You, isn't it you
I'm thinking of now
conscience creeping
into my dream's somehow

Slipping into a crevasse
you caught hold of my hand
Thought it was the end
but I'm alive and
grateful, here I stand

Isn't it you,
who just brushed past
to tell me you were near
when I stood in the fear
that I was alone

you're a stranger than strange
you're almost deranged
but wish to know you more
for I feel for us,
there's something in store

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