Scribbled on a lost postcard
Just one perfect gift is all that I ask forI find myself searching all the time
Hoping, and straying, and waiting, and basking
In the glory of a gift worth the while
Perhaps the reason for all of my searching
In endless days and weeks and years
Is simply because I have already known
The gift that I find so dear
Is elusive only to me
Because I have made up my mind
To be numb
And alone
Searching
Until I decide
That I am awake
My reality is this dream world
I have known you all along
For I walked with you once upon a dream
posted by Trisha @ 10:56 PM
