Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The Finding in the Temple

The fire-alarm lays quiet in the evening-time
waiting for a drunken boy to pull away,
to wake up all the sleeping residents out from their beds
to meet one-another's friends in the street in the moonlight.

It only takes a moment to wake up from a dream
A moment to lose the half-thought hopes and fears
We will break them from their reverie.
Just like every time we touch.

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