Dabbled and dabbled, and dabbled again
never getting to matters on land
lines and lines and lines amend
trying to chase the ticking hand
Light and dark, sun and moon
seconds are felt, flying too soon
hot and frigid, warm and cool,
land now, its dangerous fool...
Reds were blinking now ignored
rush of feelings has come forth
oh mighty being see her through
as she wobbles in her shoes
Into the night hoping for dawn
wishing for light and courage born
but step, and step, here hold my hand
there, you see, the sun rises again...
Copyright ©2004 Dila Mohd
Thursday, March 11, 2004
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