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my words came like a suicide and washed out like stillborn memories on the tide and i wept for you as I bled inside i climbed a wall and looked for you and in that moment the wind blew and i was blind for a day through sand and tears i saw stray images of nothing I threw your name at the wind and I scattered your petals to the north carried by weight of dreams lighter than air, deeper than hell and they echoed not i stood in the desert in high places and shouted your name and the clouds burst with rain and blooming with all manner of life but i did not find you my darling i have searched through green hills and waste and still you fade into the day like a dream leaving me with dying fires dull embers and ash. © 2007, heath houston |