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| Lost This Day 3-11-01 The sun sets under a watchful moon to burn the other side of the globe with tendrils of fire that spiral from across a black void of icy silence My skin tightens with the cool dusk breeze that rolls over the land a chilled sigh of satisfaction sent from the lips of a lost goddess with luminous skin and feral eyes My mind aches to comprehend the questions asked of me by her Dusk queries offers of absolution and final peace I find myself wondering if the peace is deserved by one such as myself- Will it ever be mine to sustain- if ever I will find my comfort in a bed of fallen leaves and cool moss, to sit and watch the wind of eons chase the dust of my bones to the hidden hollows of this forest Perhaps to finally slip into space and join the stars that mock these eyes, staring heavenward rimmed with tears that no one sees. |