Jun 22, 2004 22:31
It sometimes feels so foolish to persist
when years and miles serparte our lips.
Despair's a midnight lover, hard to resist
In a darkness that crushes and emptiness that grips...
But the thought of giving up is just like death:
The same wild pain, the alleys of hollow years,
The python twisted around my breath,
my eyes cracking under the weight of tears.
If we are in pain, it's for a love that floods our hearts with light.
We know that we will share that joy again,
If dreams can take us through this anguished night.
Soaring 'cross the sea, we dip and glide:
Our lips apart, our thoughts are side by side