Clocks
There is not any apparent way; memories, shadows, friends. Miles.
There is not any more step in the sand. You walked straight and turned round a circle. You have climbed to the clouds and now it seems like a Holy place to bore even the most evil of the gods.
There is not any past feeling in the water; no more cheers in your place, no more nines in your mornings.
There is not any more No in your life. They cannot be any more.
(Nowadays)
There is just one more second in the shore..
Sigh in peace…
Lo dijo Deibis a las 7:41 pm
“…The wind it whispers and the clouds don’t seem to care
And I know inside, that it’s all mine….” (8)
I think the clouds don’t care at all. It is so good to be still on the clouds…
Kisses
Comment by Julia! — 20 November, 2007 @ 3:06 am