Lorsque les grands hommes se laissent abattre par la longueur de leurs infortunes, ils font voir qu'ils ne les soutenaient que par la force de leur ambition, et non par celle de leur âme, et qu'à une grande vanité près les héros sont faits comme les autres hommes.   Rochefoucauld

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Lamorna beach

In my dream, the wind was in your hair.
  We never had harsh words.
    There was nothing to forgive.

In my dream, we have the sand between our toes.
   And you know that the sea would drown you if you let it.
    But I am not pushing you in, dragging you down, holding you back.
      Or doing anything.

But I have a good heart.
  Confused in the melee.
    Sometimes. Easily broken.

I am always talking, talking.
  Saying nothing, meaning nothing.
     I just want the hours to pass.
       Until you kiss me.
     Once again. Just dreaming.
   Nothing to fear. We are ever further apart.
never coming near.

DR.

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