the inevitable
fairies dancing in a winters cold
flowing prancing before our eyes
we an image of ourselves
seen through the mirror of time
fauns twisting our minds
whirling past us in the wood of lost days
and we keep close to our words
told as night shifts into light
and as I touch your dreams
I seem to live them in a time long gone
where your arms held me close
shielding me from the inevitable
as the clock chimes - calling on time
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 09:54
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