Sunday, 4 September 2011

If you leap awake,
In the mirror of bad dream,
And for a fraction of a second,
You can't remember where you are,
Just open your window,
And follow your memory upstream,
To the meadow to the mountain,
Where we count the falling star.

I believe the light that shine on you,
Will shine on you forever,
And though I can't guarantee,

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