Psimon Posted May 8, 2003 Report Posted May 8, 2003 The Thin Wall ********************** My ear pressed closely to it Hear echoes of voices past. Not knowing if they're here or gone Applaud rough and ready cast. A play on life, rich tapestry Panto and mime of times. The 'went before' and 'maybe come', clock weeps sorrow chimes. Don't fear the stranger within. He knows the way through this. I take his hand. I can breath again. Remember faces of those I'll miss. Stepping forward, let me close my eyes and I'll slip away from all. Through cobwebs of memories I hear the voice, forever past the thin wall.
Peredhil Posted May 13, 2003 Report Posted May 13, 2003 Very surreal, evokes all sorts of thoughts in me. You have a knack of presenting archetypical canvases for me to paint myself onto...
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