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Born of the Night
Calling my name softly on
the wind, feel the night
chill deep within.
Looking to a vacant moon
and turning my back on
the depth below.
Walking away across the
sea, to vanish into the
darkness and cry no more
tears.
Time seams to slip away
through the fingers like
grains of sand.
Softly shifting across the
golden skin, ready to be
born again.
Breathing in the new refined
air, to see the light with
new wakened eyes.
So the howling has now
faded and I find myself
standing alone, swaddled
in seaweed and the nights
womb.
10:01 AM - 4/5/2006 -
Untitled Comment
I love the rhythm of this piece.
sai madalia - 4:27 PM - 4/24/2006
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