11.30.2002




lost

i close the doors
lest the darkness robs me off my dreams

you know these ceilings.. doors
walls and floors
have ears

they listen and wait
and listen
and alert me
of the night that comes by

changes the mood
and the look of the sky
flattering me with stars
and some moonlight
romancing me
wooing me
to see what's forming in my mind

a dream
a stretch away
and the night knows that
for it will feed off of my dream
and flee

and i will be left with
nothing but
out stretched hands
and unshed tears


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