Oct 25, 2005 12:41
we reached through the stars
shaped a shining vessel
filled with potent spirits
opiate dreams
3 am whispers
telepathetic moments
we held it in our hands
that fragile notion of permanence
let the world revolve
on it's own for a time
we felt the weight
as we poured too much of ourselves
into that fragile notion
and let it slip
we reached down
taking the shards in our hands
we bled as we touched what we lost
we stood
smiled, cryed
and said hello