Saturday, September 18, 2004


awake, my friend
hold my hand
let us walk by the sea
of our distant dreams
where the Sun is
all but bright
and the Moon's a jewel
in the crown of the night
fading stars and
yawning clouds
roll over the mountains
beneath the lit-up house
where our dreams are caged
with our empty souls
where strange games are played
and stranger tales told
where the dawn refuses to knock
so we wait by the lonely rock
await, for our story to begin
awake, for our time is running thin...

jim morrison's ghost song was the inspiration.

1 comment:

bottleHeD said...

Hey, this is good man, one of the better ones on your blog. I like the imagery, it's real neat.