Guest guest Posted August 7, 2007 Report Share Posted August 7, 2007 Twenty Four Hours Twenty four hours have passed without your voice and the laughter it holds. My watch ticking; The loud beating drum. The second hand screaming- Another eon just passed. I see your eyes within the sky. Bright. Tranquil. I hear your voice within the breeze, and watch it tickle every leaf. Every flower. You are here with me, in my mind and heart, yet I feel so scared and lost. Alone. Empty. I need you as equally as you do me. We have both admitted to the word " reflections " and call this a dream, yet our shattered pasts refuse to let us wake. Is it truely possible to walk hand in hand across a rainbow and never fall to the ground? -Randy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 7, 2007 Report Share Posted August 7, 2007 what a poem Randy! It arrived in good time. With greatest respect Isabel --- In , " Randy " <jqpublic_59@...> wrote: > > > > > > Twenty Four Hours > > > > Twenty four hours have passed > without your voice > and the laughter it holds. > > My watch ticking; > The loud beating drum. > The second hand screaming- > Another eon just passed. > > I see your eyes within the sky. > Bright. > Tranquil. > > I hear your voice within the breeze, > and watch it tickle > every leaf. > Every flower. > > You are here with me, > in my mind and heart, > yet I feel so scared and lost. > Alone. > Empty. > > I need you as equally > as you do me. > We have both admitted > to the word " reflections " > and call this a dream, > yet our shattered pasts > refuse to let us wake. > > Is it truely possible > to walk hand in hand > across a rainbow > and never fall to the ground? > > > > > -Randy > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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