Lost in the mists
Wandering through the mists of time you found me... but for a moment


Wednesday, October 08, 2003  

To whom it may concern

Teardrops of amber fall
gliding your chocolate limbs
Midas's golden touch
hueing your very skin

I watch you breathe
as wisps of regret cling
Spidersilk so strong yet
so thin

I watch you breathe
for a saccharine eternity
Grasping the moment
that is all I have of thee

posted by lost child | 9:17 AM
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