Circle
2006-06-27
You are the brightest star,
you are the silver moon,
you are the black clouds,
you are my life.
Time forever stops in that
one moment of one,
where nothing else exists,
but the thought of us.
The closest hate is closest
to the most deep love,
and so close to the heart,
and so close to death.
The heart burns to say,
the mind aches to feel,
and yet you are gone,
no longer in this life,
at least no longer near,
but in deepest thoughts,
there still is something,
that feels that moment of one.
james@kc8onw.net
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Last Edited June 22, 2009
Copyright to James Stewart and Co-writers 2005-2009©
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