The
Fire of My Desire
a
wistful thought, a fleeting desire
so
much that it feels like fire
a
closeness felt yet so far apart
so
it lies in a shadowed heart.
the
rain falls as it always does
wash
traces of tears as it must
and
still the shadow of grey remains
looking
for that which can't be attained.
the
gentle breeze flutters by
and
you hear a butterfly sigh
the
waves come crashing on the shore
washing
away traces and more.
as
twilight comes creeping along
and
the last daylight sings its song
gently
does the full moon arise
glistening
like silvered man so wise.
and
still the games go on
even
as the day is done
and
as the gypsy foretold
it
all makes me grow cold.
always
by the sea, you shall be
in
the stones she cast did see
and
those around you will prevent
from
whatever places you went.
such
is in your destiny
a
very long fitful journey
and
in my dreams as i sleep
the
shadows again do creep.
away
i must one day go
to
follow one's fool, i know
never
ever look back
always
forward as i pack.
a
wistful thought, a fleeting desire
so
much that it feels like fire
a
closeness felt yet so far apart
for
always there it lies in a shadowed heart.
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