The Two Travelers
In the wakeness of dreams,
Sadness drips back with coming to lies.
Let me slip and never see day
And I will hold false worlds, within lids of pale eyes.
Slow darkness will be held for a second
And then clouds aura I drift to.
With opening before passing, I hope
That I awake to a dream, and a world unknown in lou..
In turn I become sun without moon
And these two travelers are tired,but I tire on
In case this world wakes to soon.
Copyright © Joe Curtis | Year Posted 2006
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