Monday, 26 November 2007

Worst kind of Masquerade

Nothing can stay the same
Change shall always come
To sweep away the old ways
So the new may be begun

Wind of subtle time’s breath
Born on tides do move
What once was monumental
Down unto a hollowed groove

I look to where your hand
Has made my own feel worn
To see tissue paper thoughts
Squeezed until confetti torn

Dreams of pea green boats
Will remain locked in my head
A secret world of harmony
A companion in your stead

In hurt I cannot wish you ill
This day was bound to come
Dismiss regrets for snapshots
Let my reasons seek the sun

I will not deny a hankering
For more memories to share
But I realise time has caught us
And I must accept to leave it there…..

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