The Tide
We should be without a trace
In some exotic timid place
Where memories won't grow to haunt
And daily dismal thoughts can't taunt
Surrounded by a dream of sleep
In which I'll fight the night to keep ~
You safe within a sphere of light
To see a new day dawn's delight
To celebrate the evening's peace
And huddle underneath that fleece
That ever was from times long past
Please sit with me, this hour won't last.
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
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