Saturday, December 18, 2010

STRANGERS

I am a stranger to you

Like you are a stranger to me

No matter what I believe to feel

they are only dreams

forged by the illusion

of an ancient hope.

Now and then

I hear your voice cry

”dream on , dream on,

until the dawn”

So I hold on

but

where are you gone?


© Diana Mistera 2010
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