By Erika Carlson 29
Date: 2005 Apr 29
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The Passing Days

Each day that passes brings you
one step closer to me.
Eyes that smile seem
not so far away
Love that speaks in measures
and needs no words at all
Bond us, as strong as
the ebony color of night
Pricked with shards of dreams
and diamonds.

And every night that recedes away
brings you closer in my heart
Eyes that cry vanish
in the glow that was the Sun
And a shoulder bigger
than the Mother herself
Soaks up all the pain
and we are left holding on
And not knowing whither goes
the path of Right.

And with each passing minute
time threatens to banish us
Forever into the abyss of Nothing
with nothing
But the bonds as strong as
the ebony color of Nothing
Pricked with diamonds and shattered dreams.

And each day that passes brings you
one step closer to me.