Memories, by Dark Neko Subscribe to rss feed for <b>Dark Neko</b> 

Memories of life at home
Rarely reach the sea.
Beneath the bare swept surface muck
Lie dreams that turn us cold. 
The best that we can do is try
To savor what is served,
Love the lust of a sinking sun
And make much of precision.
Posted: 2005-12-12 18:57:56 UTC
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2005-12-19 18:16:02Faith
I like this poem a lot... it's just captivating.