XXVII

XXVII

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Room Full of Mirrors

There's a point in your past that frightens you...
Now... as you dream in a room full of mirrors
What will tomorrow offer 
If it offers nothing at all? 
Will you still walk to the church on Sunday 
Like you use to do before the snow arrived?

And there's was a pause in the wind 
For thinking...
A pause in the tears for the clouds to gather
Nothing more than crutch in the rain...
A tremor in your hands 
You know the burden is...
Surrounding the air around you...
You know the hearts would die for...
Just an sign or relief to cure you ...

To cover your impulses... one by one. 

Maybe the soil, frozen cold. 

There's a point in your past that frightens you...
Now... as you dream in a room full of mirrors

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