I
follow you in the night
where
the day hides the sun light
with
the coming of the tides
it's
the wait that makes it great
I
succumb while you preside
when
you decide the time's right
I
follow you in the night
until
the start of the day
when
the dreams are washed away
a
memory gone too far
a
dream that was so extreme
minds
leathery from the scars
sounds
bazaar I want to stay
until
the start of the day
Copyright © 2015 by
Patrick B Vince
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