Thursday, February 28, 2008

She speaks with intangible smiles
So I sit and stay a while
In a world framed between fingertips
Cupped like drink against dry lips
Tomorrow's to intoxicating to ponder.

It isn't illegal to wander memory lane
But sometime the nights are crystal clear
Against the lounge room window pane
I can't help but stray to where
Dreams don't tear assunder.

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