Sunday, April 5, 1998

sent into yesterday

began as a dream
came crashing into the side
of a mountain made me laugh
to myself and the others
do not know where he might be
nowhere and somewhere someone
is crying
night pushed too fast
into day
light will come up on the horizon
too far away for me to truly see
it clearly it becoming the only wish
knowing a little more about somewhere
someone is laughing
and no matter what
emotion is being used
as a cushion the fall
we all take our time
to get there is a place
and time for it all
the birds singing
in the rain and the wind
blows the message
sent into yesterday. . .

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