by Richard Trotter

Wake up tired and weary of life
Let me reach for the utmost heights
To observe the shattered world's strife]
Its grey and dismal helpless nights.

Try to keep the fire burning
But the castle of clouds will decay
jaded by unsuitable yearning
for her, elusive and far away.

So up the ridge I will climb
away from the puzzled urban sprawl
until I can see the end of time
and alone and free, I stand tall.


Posted on 10/26/2006
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