Sitting at my window,
staring up at the sky...
Sequel to my first poem "Tonight"
Sitting at this window...
How much longer,
before the stars disappear...
Look in the mirror
what do you see...
Night after night,
I cry in my sleep...
What do you do,
when you see...
Sequel to my first poem "Tonight"
Sitting at this window...
Eventually all magic fades…and all eyes cry… |
Who do you turn to, when everyone else has turned away? |
I drift through life on a silent cloud of dreams, dreams which slowly fall apart and are carried away by the wind |