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21 October 2001

Your guarded silence is a wall
through which I can not see.
Your fading shadow on it falls
but fails to speak to me.

Your lips with amber brilliance shine
yet not a word escapes.
Your tear-filled eyes still beckon towards
another time and place.

I can but sorrow for the pain
that I to you have brought.
And plead that my great foolishness
might somehow be forgot.

 eternal   Your guarded silence is a wall   I sleep blindly at the bottom of a fish tank,   My world is lost unto myself   that i   There are days   The only true measure   solace   sentenced to a living death   sometimes   my love   nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky   windows   With each new birth