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This Fabric Called Time

Contributed by Southpaw on Monday, 23rd June 2008 @ 09:58:35 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Beneath these broken stars
Behind this lonesome night
Glory comes from the flames
Virtue calls from the ashes
All lights fade
All time bleeds
This is where we are
This is where we’ll be
Life will someday actualize
Until then we’ll wade in the water
Watching these sunken visions
Pass by in the frame of dreams
This thought process keeps reoccurring
In indefinite shapes of vibrant luminosity
Faster still we believe we know where we are
Only seeing the world in ways we want to see
By twilight the fall of time
Will begin to whittle away in the essence of plight
This is what we know
This is how we’ll think
A journey lost amongst the waves
Only to be remembered with the passing of tides
With the occurrence of each season
You and I will be patiently waiting for life
We will sit together and wait down by the bay
Watching the ships pass by in the harbor




Copyright © Southpaw ... [ 2008-06-23 09:58:35]
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Re: This Fabric Called Time (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Monday, 23rd June 2008 @ 10:16:21 AM AEST
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you capture a moment quite brilliantly. peace. elle


Re: This Fabric Called Time (User Rating: 1 )
by satanssecret1369 on Monday, 23rd June 2008 @ 11:54:19 AM AEST
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Not sure if that was meant to be a metaphor, but that was an amazing one if it was... if not, nice pun.
Well written.

--DJ--


Re: This Fabric Called Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 23rd June 2008 @ 09:44:42 PM AEST
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Good analogy... Love your word usage.

Jenni




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