Somnium
03-14-2005, 07:49 PM
I am the Wayward Thought,
The way words are not
To be spoken, uttered,
Sputtered like the distances' fluttering flames consuming these burning pages,
In the margins near "ages past",
Where the Clocks stare aghast
When asked how long these Dreams will last.
The way words are not
To be spoken, uttered,
Sputtered like the distances' fluttering flames consuming these burning pages,
In the margins near "ages past",
Where the Clocks stare aghast
When asked how long these Dreams will last.