Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Fear

Does it scare you
that I never sleep?
That I lay awake
at night thinking of you.

When the stars
come out at night
is when I shine,
high above I fly
with wings like a dove
in the night peacefully
above your cozy little hub.

Chattered in a storm of fear
I cannot see past your tears,
nor your desire of sheer
completely covered with fear.

Like a phase
It is what you may say
that might convey
into bliss of tears
rather then drops of fear.

But with a quake there is a wake
and with the break of day
I lay away,
high above In the stars
With goons on the moon
Waiting for the day
you decide to come out
And play.

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