November 8, 2011

Night by night the moon rises to my awakening,

too much time has passed away

Regret flows over me in the fluid motion of shadows,

returning unsung wishes that had long since dissipated

like fairy dust in the wind

I give you this young ones;

Embrace the courage that lies beneath your cold feet

Later is a vacant space

swallowing the possibilities of now

and never is most definitely to late

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