Here's one more...night duties have their side effects...
Flight
Let me take you to the ceiling of the world
Where we can sing a song of love.
Let me take you beneath the seas
Where we can find everlasting peace.
Let me lead your wings to the open sky
Where we can meet without goodbye.
Let me bridge this river wide
And lose to you my hollow pride.
Flight
Let me take you to the ceiling of the world
Where we can sing a song of love.
Let me take you beneath the seas
Where we can find everlasting peace.
Let me lead your wings to the open sky
Where we can meet without goodbye.
Let me bridge this river wide
And lose to you my hollow pride.
And
Let me take with me your smile
When 'last I run my final mile!!
When 'last I run my final mile!!
Atleast yours are productive night duties, mine are mostly zombie like where I start suspecting if all the clocks have suddenly started running slow. This one reminds me of something Shelley would have written had he been writing on a night shift. :)
ReplyDeleteanother night duty today, but i think i'll sleep happy...being spoken of in the same sentence as Shelley!! you are too kind TUIB.
ReplyDeletenice one..poignant
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