February 9, 2005

  • Moon's to the south
    Vines in my mouth
    Growing to sky
    Like money can't buy
    Giving away
    All the seeds of the day
    To keep time at bay
    And be swept from the fray
    Many things calling
    And yet I stand stalling
    Constantly walling
    Keep spirits from falling
    Through dark of night I hunger for the dawn
    And with it signs of gently moving on

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