Monday, October 11, 2010

come strange to me

come strange to me, these were shades of life turning in my window without me there.
i’ve come fretful of the shadows on the wall, not the hope once drawing circles in the dark,
fading in upon dreams i’d swear to embark;
i’d swear don’t swear -
these dreams are never quite whats there,
but come strange to me, and whisper in the shades, a peaceful air. ~

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