chasedream

Feb 18, 2009 18:34

I find Her walking in the crowd
While listening to the sounds of the passersby
In the smile of a cashier,
In the eyes of someone I know.
What am I looking for?

I am in unfamiliar territory
And I cannot shake this feeling
Of calling the Universe
And being put on hold.
Why this exile?
How long must I wait?

What are you chasing?
She smiles and whispers to me.
Just an empty dream.

poetry

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