Somewhere beyond cold earth and dry sea,
swim molecules of something we intended to be.
Two halves of one perfect yet incomplete whole,
with infinite equations undisclosed by the soul.
Somewhere concealed under what was and what is,
lies daybreak and darkness within hers, without his.
Somewhere between should I? , or could I? , decide,
dwells proof beyond doubt, that time is not on our side.
A.Byers©2007
2007-09-18
07:54:48
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