THE RIVER IN MY HEART IS RUNNING DRY,
DROPS WITH YOUR NAME ON THEM LIE SCATTERED ON THE SAND,
I WAIT FOR THE DAY TO END FOR THE NIGHT TO FALL,
SO THAT I MAY OPEN THOSE HALF DREAMING DOORWAYS...
LET THE DIM FLICKER LIGHT UP ALL THE NOOKS AND CRANNIES,
WITH STRANGE VOICES,THAT CAST THIR SHADOWS ON THE DAMP WALLS,
MY RAPID BREATHS ARE LIKE THE THROES OF DEATH.
I TOO SHALL RUN AFTER THE DARK AWAKE WITH CLOSED EYES.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
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