Apr 16, 2009 22:19
You are here,
and I am nowhere.
There's nothing to begin,
and certainly no end in sight.
For how long will this sway so...
completely
So seamlessly void of
Semblance?
This without a name.
This without a face,
This without a voice to tell you
When to stop looking,
When to stop lapping your bounty
desperately from the fountain as a dog,
and someday find peace again.