Through the looking glass

Aug 31, 2008 12:51

How long has it been since you've been with me?
Or, have you ever?
The winds are sweeping in and taking you away again,
stealing the birds and the sun away too.
I can read about you all I want,
but it will never make you real for me.
I suppose I always knew you were a dream.
My best efforts weren't enough to reign you in.
I ran against the wind, and I kicked down every door in the hallway.
But you're too elusive for doors,
and walls are too thick for me to collapse.
Previous post Next post
Up