Falling, falling deep into his dark eyes
each time our eyes meet--locked in endless time
I wonder...how you are...
Can he see how I care, how I hurt when he turns away without a thought
I think about him each morn I wake and just before I sleep at night
Dreaming of how it would feel to sleep in his tender arms and to be safe once again
Falling, crashing to the ground like an Angel with a broken wing...wondering how to reach the bright lovely star again
Or if he was conjured in my Dreams and cruelly taken from me as the Dawn of a New Day chases away the lingering shadows of the Night.
each time our eyes meet--locked in endless time
I wonder...how you are...
Can he see how I care, how I hurt when he turns away without a thought
I think about him each morn I wake and just before I sleep at night
Dreaming of how it would feel to sleep in his tender arms and to be safe once again
Falling, crashing to the ground like an Angel with a broken wing...wondering how to reach the bright lovely star again
Or if he was conjured in my Dreams and cruelly taken from me as the Dawn of a New Day chases away the lingering shadows of the Night.
~May 9, 2002
L.M. Acton
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