Some Times

(Some times I wandered in your desert,
admiring and fearing your sun, your stars,
yet only now I see who you really are.
I love you for who you are.)

Some times are between us,
So many masks we both have worn,
The ones showing tears more real,
Then perhaps the laughing ones ever will.

A masquerade though all of it,
I could not take it anymore,
So few truth we exchanged,
So many empty words blocking heart's door.

But then I wake to hear you speak,
So low and clear and sad,
I feel I see your true face tonight,
And in love with the one beyond.

Some times have passed since this call,
You rebuilt your masks, you put them up again all.

So still I wander in the desert,
Starving all the more,
The oasis' existance known now,
But it's as unreachable as before.

I'm striving through the desert,
But if I am to survive,
Perhaps then I am the one searching,
But it's me you also have to find.
Perhaps I am the one searching,
But it's me you have to find.

09-01-01

-Pilgrim

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