Tuesday, November 30, 2010

be with me
when the moon turns black
and conceals the way forward
through the tumbled lands.

hold my hand.

tell me:

"there is nothing to fear.
you've tried your best.
i've known your heart
was in the right place
regardless of what the blind
daylight may have, will have,
seen."

the ground may fall away
and pitch us into pitch
but as long as you hold me
i'll be alright,
everything will be
alright.

moon over
tumbled down
shadow drowned
happy lovers.

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