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By chris Date: 2006 Jan 16 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.16.13.37.17714]] |
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My love is unusual It's painted with roses and thorns With her I'm complete -S. Weiland I think I knew you in another life before we had to worry about all that the flood of time would leave behind - the karmic debt that has amassed silently like snow falling in the mountains, hiding the sunset. I think I might have stolen someone's horse and found myself thirsty and lost at your hacienda. The bosque would have been impossibly green. (What would you have thought of me?) Your hair brown and long, I would have recognized you from a dream. I think I'm dreaming again sometimes. When I open my mouth to speak there is no sound. Has all memory washed to some green sea and drowned? Then I see that you are there and we are together - for the first time, the hundredth, it doesn't matter. Lost as one - the cloud and the rain, the crashing surf and the roar. |