09/01/06

This day I stand misplace, as she
Lost in a world not of my own, 
No longer as free

And soon is night too soon, to befall
Is she in thoughts of her own,
Of once to be I recall

A glass of guinness at hand, to her glass
A companied wine if she own,
Of us to know will outlast

In burden of thoughts, yet to embrace
Of sorrows shared with her own,
In return to chase…

With without words, and I knew
Is she to feel in her own,
Of words we have so few

Do you see what I see?
Am you to feel what I feel?
Is this to be what couldn’t be?
When its too real to be as real

I long to belong to be along 
What’s gone to begone to be gone
And I long to be gone to be begone 
When begone I have gone along to belong

And this night, in my mind you remain
Yet this night, will we wish for again?

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