The time is now
the hour is long
we're brushing dusty shoulders off
I look to the west and see nothing
but a vast expanse
the true nature of my existence
I'm coming close
to begin again at the beginning
going back to places long past visit
and the stars are calling my name tonight
I am the light which warms the moon at night
and when it fades i am the darkness
in our falling voices
Monday, April 21, 2008
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