February 19, 2005

  • Dreamland Scuttled


     


    I tried to build you a Taj Mahal, but failed.


    I was a fool.


    I didn’t have the blueprints.


    The heartprints, the you-prints.


    I managed only to move some stones around:


    From here to there, there to here.


    Ended up instead constructing  a makeshift Stonehenge.


    And now, without you, enringed - I sit alone,


    Glorying every evening the set of Sun.

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