Forever_found
10-03-2009, 07:26 PM
He walks silently, passing by
Pedestrians of shape and color
Soft pattering rain
Upon glazed windows and
The hard surfaces
Of ambiant ground
Thoughts rushing
Slowly through the maze
Of ends not dead
Of worlds not torn
He, who lives, and
Harbors the need for love
Not to lose
What he has never had
He walks silently, quickenly
To imagined dawns, births
Stories, memories, dreams
Of his origin, not
He walks silently, sobbing
Quietly
Hearing the echoes
Of a love never existed
Of a life never born
But that blooms
Silently
In the mind of want
Pedestrians of shape and color
Soft pattering rain
Upon glazed windows and
The hard surfaces
Of ambiant ground
Thoughts rushing
Slowly through the maze
Of ends not dead
Of worlds not torn
He, who lives, and
Harbors the need for love
Not to lose
What he has never had
He walks silently, quickenly
To imagined dawns, births
Stories, memories, dreams
Of his origin, not
He walks silently, sobbing
Quietly
Hearing the echoes
Of a love never existed
Of a life never born
But that blooms
Silently
In the mind of want