22 June, 2010

Catcher of the Sun.

Let it last
Your gazing upon my face
When lakes turn to ice
Birds of spring close their eyes

Let it last
The moment
When I miss your name
Words lost in my mouth
I speak

Let it last
The night
The touch of your hand on my hair
Saying words I wouldn't dare
They got lost somewhere

Let them last



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