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Thursday 27 September 2012
(un)american dream @ 20:01

the moon allows her beams
to weigh o'er peri(t)winkle shores
a fleeting memory of
lost love riding on fading stars
a phantom drum, like a rhythm
so familiar to both ears and heart
defining our every step on a path
who's destination is not known
as either good or evil.
the beacon glows green, fog,
while the sounds of our souls
are lost in the haze
from below a warm breeze guides your foot-
fall in step with mine
hands joined in a quest
to reach the end
rediscovering our past,
the emerging path ahead
brings us to where we want to be
drowning in time to an old lover's requiem.