Ian Anderson noon, Dec. 25
- Community Blog
That last time, finished all that was left of me I feel like the American soldiers in Iraq Boiling in hot air as the vultures circle lower and lower Walking bent through the desert And oh how my journey has been just like that only worse Much much worse
Love was so close Love was there
When she stood in the doorway before me Casting forth more and more beauty by the milliseconds Exceedingly more exquisite than anything I have ever known Speaking words of music In harmony with angel whispers From her bed where I watched her
How I longed for her to come near To come to bed She was even more stunning than ever Our love was everything good And it united something unknown within A connection
Now shes gone As gone as they get
This was the last time for me Nothing remains Of the hope that lived and kept faith in In Something I could only come inches from Only to loose in an instant
How long is the journey back? To before it began, And back to where?
The man in front of me falls as I step over his exhausted body
Did she get him too?