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Eden @ 3am
i walked the other evening
down deserted streets rain my only companion and as its soft caress reminded me of lovers past i dreamt the dream of reverie in it I could see the moments that had captured my mind and defined my existence those brief instances that had been special enough to burn into my mind the soft pitter patter of rain drops brought to mind footsteps of babes and brides marching to war against a life they alone had the courage to live I began to dream of futures coming as the moon broke through the clouds and the sweet scent of new air filled my mind like heady wine, and then I remembered that the best moments come not from dreams, but life. I sat awhile on a bench listening to the silent city cry out for its people, cry out for its havoc it felt oh so empty then, so desolate like a forest of concrete and wood stone and wire made just for my wanderings a technological eden, spread out before a new adam. I laughed then, turned on the radio and drowned out my thoughts and brought life back to the world |