Tuesday, June 14, 2011

to notice when you're not around...

Oh how I wish I could lay with you under the stars,
and count how far it is from here to Mars.
How many countless years have we lay just thus?
oh my, how long it is from "me" to "us"...
And how the tide will sway and play and pray,
and toss a boulder into sand in just the time it takes to blink an eye within a day.
Your presence in my mind is but a tickle and a sigh,
oh that I long to whisk myself away...