Saturday, January 31, 2009

Somewhere Else

A stone to a hill,
to a sky, to a cloud;
the wind to the seas,
to the end, to a shroud.

The love to a memory,
to remembrance, to pain;
the eager lying meadows,
to a never giving rain.

The eagle to the pharoah,
to the message, to words;
denial and desperation,
to flocks of birds.

The tear to an answer,
to endlessness, to start;
the indeliblene scar,
of your tear on my heart.

Beacause some dreams really never let you sleep.