nothing finished, nothing gained

when day comes down into the night
when the only light I see is the moon staring back at me.
and the gentle breeze flows over
coming to rest upon your sholder
realizing that your beauty is far beyond
what my eyes will ever see
and beyond any unspoken dreams

I know you know,
afraid to let it show
you’ve been there when your alone,
but you can’t seem to call it home.
I can feel your heart beat,
a rhythm I know all too well
shake ways to stiring that you question
open up to embrace
the weakness in your soul
offer up to me the reasons
I should let you be
and I will set free your hand
from mine
and fade off
with out a stand.
[finn perkins 1.03.2009]

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