Saturday, March 15, 2008

Slide

For I have endeavoured into the mist
In that hour when both trees shine high
And time seems timeless, the hist
Calling us, calling me, I ... I see
Wouldn’t say I fear, wouldn’t
Wouldn’t say I understand, either
Cause light is easier to find than darkness
But hard is to wish it softly
And harder it is to see that darkness sometimes
Is nothing but lowlight

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