Drifting in circles
Suspended in a heart beat,
Between this life and whats next.
Surrounded by an ocean of memories,
I drift alone.
Time means nothing here.
Drifting in circles,
searching the murky depths for direction.
Questions met with questions.
I look to the stars.
Time means nothing there.
Observing the unreachable.
Shining wonder where answers are required.
Drifting in circles,
I close my eyes.
Time...ticks a heart beat
Time means everything.
by
kaylaposted on 03/28/2008
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