Saturday, August 21, 2010

Thunder

Thunder cut between
A dream within a dream.
I see the faces I've missed,
I sit upon clouds I've kissed.
I hold my breathe, envision the air,
But I can't ever go back there.
The haze begins to fray,
impossible memory slips away.
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