whitman
08-19-2008, 02:19 AM
The time cutter threads the sky through a hole in my soul,
the clocks i hear dream about infinity
peering into the sky i see reflected constellations begin to fall
the clocks drift into sleep waking me up to eternity/
It has taken two dreams to seperate me from my shadow
he stands in a valley waiting for the rains to replenish a stream
and to bargain with his reflection for directions back to my dream
i wake up in water my shadow cannot hear my instructions i am merely an echo.
the clocks i hear dream about infinity
peering into the sky i see reflected constellations begin to fall
the clocks drift into sleep waking me up to eternity/
It has taken two dreams to seperate me from my shadow
he stands in a valley waiting for the rains to replenish a stream
and to bargain with his reflection for directions back to my dream
i wake up in water my shadow cannot hear my instructions i am merely an echo.