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Saturday, May 28, 2011

LATE FOR THE SKY (aren't we all?)

Awake again, I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone.
And close to the end of the feeling we've known.
How long have I been sleeping?
How long have I been driftin alone through the night?
How long have I been running for that morning flight
Through the whispered promises and the changing light
Of the bed where we both lie
Late for the sky?