Thursday, November 02, 2006

Storm Clouds Gather Overhead.

Instead of Jens Thursday Thirteen, I thought I would post this:

Hand in hand we walk apart
Lost lovers in lost direction
Cold ice walls surround our heart
No sign of any affection

The truth is never talked
With no maps our words to guide
Our hearts remain firmly locked
To the future our past cannot hide

With no solution in future sight
My soul breathes a resigned sigh
No gentle caress for us tonight
Just another silent salted cry


Blogger Mel said...

so sad Sans!

6:21 PM  
Blogger Zed said...

That would be great set to music. It would be beautiful.

7:12 PM  
Blogger Mr. Fabulous said...

Very touching...

7:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I agree with Zed.

7:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You're an artist, a poet, and a great guy.

4:34 AM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Mel, It's OK. It was sad at the time.

Zed, what tune do you have in mind?

Mr. Fabulous, Thank you.

Amy, do you have a tune in mind?

Dick, Thank you.

5:46 AM  
Blogger Lynda said...

I like it!

2:39 PM  
Blogger Doctor Mom said...

Sans-- that's sad!

Are you pining for Jen?

9:39 PM  

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