INTO THE RANDOM
The cresent moon hung high before the dawn
Madam butterfly was playing in the distant
A neon cross was becking the sinners to come in ,and save yourself
The cold wind started to travel to its destination,and all I could do was think of you.
You touch my hand briefly,and took it away as quickly ,as to say it is not yours of the taken.
The meaning between us is complex,and not of any of our understanding
I was drawn to you,and still I DO NOT KNOW WHY
You see a persona of me,not the real me just an aspect of the truth
and I understand that this one sided fantasy with you is all on me
Time will play moonlight sonnata,and I will trespass on another unwatching soul
I go to those who draw me in.
like a lighthouse too a far off boat
it is all random.
CAK 3/24/2009 ins by m.b
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