Sunday, 12 September 2010

Another day of shimmering sight

My world has crashed
My dreams are dashed
I see no future in near sight

This world is wrong
With shimmered edges
It's wonders blurred

For wait I do
For someone to
Leave the existence of self

An eye is all
But two are better
It saddens me altogether

When shed tear
Will fall in heather
The scots moors will rejoice

Am but here
In fine weather
In bleak winter

The wind will chill
But the heart keeps warm
For what purpose?

To go on?
To sustain?
To the morrow...

Another day of shimmering sight
The edges blurred, too bright
It ends, it ends in daylight shadow

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