Bent Words

Bent Words

August 20, 2004

The millions of moments protuding without haste upon your never ending day

Allow me this moment to sweep them away

Finding all of yourself, and the world, so unclear

You can give voice to me, you will find me here

You shall not falter or fail if your words cannot find their way

I shall always see in your eyes what growing time cannot say

What follows tomorrow, what time for me waits to give

I know in my heart, you just want to live

Take your days

Find your way

Make the seconds beat feverishly toward your will

Whatever the cause, I stand here

still

Find it all so wrong or risk making it all right

Just do not forget where I am tonight

Here, where I shall always be

Never capable of letting go of you and me...

Written at 9:38 p.m.