domingo, 20 de marzo de 2011

My Siren


Looking at the window
Remembering the days,
The old countries and kingdoms
The spotlight on your face.

I can remember odes
That made you dream of glee
I can remember songs
That made you smile and sing.

Every time I remember your glance
I remember the sea and the stars
And the beauty of my life under the sea.

I prefer to remember you, my heart
Than accepting the unfortunate fact
That will then take me out of this crypt.

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