| Our Worlds Collide By. Karla W. Pritchett |
I'd like to stand on the edge of the world with you look out into the great beyond, the edge of existence let our thoughts drift away in smoldering tendrils smoldering visions of castles in the sky. Absorbed in the moment, stuck in the rapture enveloped in the hands of time. *** I'd like to sit on the edge of the moon with you bathe in its phosphorus crystal glow, a clockwork dream. The journey of our imaginations, fantasies unfurling reach out, seize the shimmering stars from the dark velvet sky bring them near for a moment closer to heaven with you. *** I'd like to stand at the edge of time with you where sand falls freely though the moment stands still a never-ending dream which I can't seem to remember Leaning into you, our worlds colliding, becomming one Standing at the edge of time I'm at the beginning with you... |
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