By The Attendee
Published: May 16, 2009

Beauty ascends
She tells me to wait
that I must find a reason to join her
I sit and think for for a thousand years
I learn everything
I learn how to live
how to die
how to love
and how to lie
I learn everything except what makes you mine

You speak but I cannot hear
You sleep but I cannot feel
You weep but I cannot see

Now you are lost
a ghost dancing forever through time
my mind is your playground
fertile and trembling you find solace in it
now we look back
ten years from now
at what could have been