| The Dance |
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In all of cosmic time these hours resolve
Themselves upon me, testing my inner
Worth as their incessant seconds evolve
Calling me from my content, to drier
Thoughts saturated by the light of stars
As old as dreams of heaven, and not the
Flood of rain behind the eyes popular
With the myth-makers of accountancy.
And called by Time's infectious voice I run
Across the spaceless gulf which I control
And winged by dreams that I've alone begun
I meet the Cosmos half way to my soul.
And how our laughter ricochets in space
As we dance away these hours, face-to-face. |
| Posted: 15.1.2008 at 08:10 | Read 162 times | 2 comments | Leave Comment |
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