Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
The Plains of Time
10.05.04
You make my eyes sting
With the thoughts dancing behind you
Wonder what it would be like
If I thought like the rest of them
Like blood pouring
And swimming
Into creations beautiful
Which I can shape with hands
Stained and smiling
Don’t fall
Don’t call me away from here
Their laughter echoes
Off sunlight, critical in its tears and such
Don’t fall away from here
Ever once more again
Like dreams dancing
Through vortexes of the soul and mind
Like dreamers dancing
Through empty hollows
In the forsaken plains of time.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]