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The Hours
Sunshine from the heavens
and the here-afterwards..
begins another story to tell
of looking down the wishing well..
of such perfection to stare at the reflection
too long would send me straight to Hell..
Vibrate and rewind I'm starting to sink
into the sand of a desert oasis
and so relapse into madness..
for surely white light is brightest..
Careful not to burn your hands on the candle wax..
To do so would only cast your spells
made of paper back into the water..
back into the vapor..
Whilst under the covers
a blanket of stars shines above us..
and so sings me a lullaby
so strange that I think
sand has to turn and run away
in it's own hourglass..
One day I'm laughing with the sunshine..
The other day I can't see the
invisible ray..
That effects me in such a way..
That tears stream down my face..
The hours pass by so slowly
and often times the minutes are so steady
and seem to rush on by..
Never stopping to question or ask why..
Always in such a hurry..
Up until the day we die--
~~the end
By Rick Weber
March 9, 2014
1528 hours
copy rights reserved 2014
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and the here-afterwards..
begins another story to tell
of looking down the wishing well..
of such perfection to stare at the reflection
too long would send me straight to Hell..
Vibrate and rewind I'm starting to sink
into the sand of a desert oasis
and so relapse into madness..
for surely white light is brightest..
Careful not to burn your hands on the candle wax..
To do so would only cast your spells
made of paper back into the water..
back into the vapor..
Whilst under the covers
a blanket of stars shines above us..
and so sings me a lullaby
so strange that I think
sand has to turn and run away
in it's own hourglass..
One day I'm laughing with the sunshine..
The other day I can't see the
invisible ray..
That effects me in such a way..
That tears stream down my face..
The hours pass by so slowly
and often times the minutes are so steady
and seem to rush on by..
Never stopping to question or ask why..
Always in such a hurry..
Up until the day we die--
~~the end
By Rick Weber
March 9, 2014
1528 hours
copy rights reserved 2014
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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