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I shake side to side, in the confines of my new home Not roughly, just gently like in a caravan It’s not much, but it’s mine, the inside is cosy Very comfortable, a place where I can rest from all my long nights Finally get some sleep and dream about fluffy clouds, Dreams of asymmetrical lips, and green eyes Those outside my home sing songs that I cannot quite understand But I can feel the calm in their tones I feel the love in their voices I should invite them in but I am too embarrassed by my furniture. They wouldn’t be comfortable in my home anyways Ah, my very own place to lay my head To sink deep into thoughts that I never had the solitude needed to entertain before Thoughts of eroded footprints, And pebbles carved by a steady stream to resemble marbles Wait, the shaking has stopped, the singing has calmed There are only voices speaking now. My mistake just one voice I know that voice. That is the voice of the one who always gave me comfort The one person who always knew what I was going through And what I needed to hear The one who could back up all that was said with unfallible proof Such a soothing voice Speak don’t stop speaking, I can’t hear what you’re saying, But speak for me, speak me into the sleep I feel coming over me I’ll just lay here and listen to your voice as it lulls me to sleep I feel slumber coming over me like billowing curtains In the wind before a thunder storm, Wafting me away to a wonderland of blissful serenity And as I fall asleep, I understand your final words I understand why the singers can’t come inside, I understand what you were saying all along I understand everything that has ever been misunderstood to me As it suddenly gets darker in my dreamy state I understand everything with the last line that you say “May he rest in peace…” Copyright ©2001 AllisterI love black roses... oh oh, and dark purple orchids... Written February 24th, 2001 © on Sep 21 2001 12:28 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1