Friday, May 03, 2013

here and there...


time was never mine to keep.
but long was the night, so they say.
when grasping at fleeting wisps, 
in remembrance of memories old; 
i awaken from a slumber deep.

i'd gladly tell what i've seen;
of visions beyond dreams 'n mæres.
but tongue-tied, 'tis eyes that speak;
questioning where i've been.

"here". you whisper.