09.03.2009
Somewhere down the line,
my vision will be mine,
like the owl in the light of the moon,
there’s nothing but invisible you.
Somewhere in the incense smoke,
your prayers, in layers, float,
like the fire burning in my eyes,
there’s invisible hope in disguise.
Somewhere I’ll be waiting,
Somewhere I’ll be holding on.
With my eyes closed and breathe baitng.
With invisible you leading on.
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