From a shifting distance I heard
Shuffling footsteps, in disarray
Sweeping wilted dreams off
the tired dance floor.
The night has now lost its vigor
And I lay myself by the window
Listening to the last breath
Of my wilting dreams.
Finding shameless comfort
In the comfort of the conscience
that someone sits with me.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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