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23 February 2009

as this morning's light
unveiled your face
I fleetingly wondered
if it was still yours

of if today was a dream
a dream within a dream
a poem within a dream
a dream within a poem

the light reaches the city
flooded in my tears
turning all to rust
until my eyes can't cry

 each morning   i come in peace   with one final kiss   looking for you   castle in the mist   Bakery Square   dreaming of you   airport   black and white   It must have been a dozen years since we last spoke.   Trudging down the street.   one more day   my guitar hands   what a night.   Why did they need both the Atlantic and the Pacific?   as this morning's light   the king