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I lost my compass long ago, and found
another way to set my course. I keep
my eyes ahead, my feet firm on the ground,
and only hear your voice when I'm asleep.
I dream of soap and shadows; fairy dust
that glowed bright gold and let me fly. Don't mock
the yearning dreams I have, for dream I must,
and wake up to the ticking of a clock.
I hate the words that hold you now exempt
from growing old; from time; from clocks and life.
These games we played, these worlds we only dreamt,
caught in the mem'ry of a pirate's knife.
My compass now cannot be seen by night
like dust; like stars, the second to the right.
~
Happy birthday, Mel.
another way to set my course. I keep
my eyes ahead, my feet firm on the ground,
and only hear your voice when I'm asleep.
I dream of soap and shadows; fairy dust
that glowed bright gold and let me fly. Don't mock
the yearning dreams I have, for dream I must,
and wake up to the ticking of a clock.
I hate the words that hold you now exempt
from growing old; from time; from clocks and life.
These games we played, these worlds we only dreamt,
caught in the mem'ry of a pirate's knife.
My compass now cannot be seen by night
like dust; like stars, the second to the right.
~
Happy birthday, Mel.
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Thankyouverymuch, it is absolutely lovely (and you know me far too well :P). I do so adore your poetry (I meant to comment on Rosary, but I didn't, did I?).
<3<3<3<3
(and I'm glad you enjoyed Les Mis!)
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So I take it nothing's happening today? :(
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Ah well.
Ma bought me a box! It is pretty. :D