Wandering through the mists of time you found me... but for a moment
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Saturday, January 11, 2003 The Looking Glass The man stood gazing at a vision so lovely in the glass that he could not move A vision of a friend who knows his highest dreams his darkest night his soul and his mind So perfect too perfect For the image was just that a image in the mirror of illusions posted by lost child | 9:42 PM Friday, January 10, 2003 Campfire Night Night comes. I shed my shell and emerge transformed. A guardian of the night looking for the light. The light that is my death and my life. My heart quakes. My mind breaks. At the sight of you But I must go on drawn like the lowly moth to the beautiful flame We walked together. and I almost believed almost for a moment that it was meant to be. Than the flames consumed me and I was back in my shell Looking at the flame The fire which is my pleasure and my pain. posted by lost child | 8:40 PM Thursday, January 09, 2003 Rain in my heart I wandered alone through the lonely fields through the cold corridors through the endless rain Alone You seem always there beside me strenthening me comforting me with your presence or are you there? A silent phantom in the rain A shadow of my mind wandering beside me lost in the mists of my heart. posted by lost child | 4:49 AM |
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