February 18, 2005
One of my ponderings from two years ago.
The sky is falling all around,
but we sleep on without a sound.
Those dreams which we once held so close
now are drifting down,
drifting down
upon the apathetic breeze
that bids not slumber break its ties...
It matters not if you are gone
when I open my green eyes.
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