Sunday, May 13, 2007

the search

Summer rain and fog on the streets
Nighttime rolls smooth

We let our souls wander
Bodies planted firmly

Watching the rain fall from basement windows

I'm left dreaming
Searching for something in the stars

Streetlights are not answers
But they light my way home

How cold it has grown in an hour

I'm here and I yearn for more

Looking up, there's still just
Nothing

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