Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The World Slips By

The world slips by
I can feel it fall through my fingers like tiny grains of sand
The night moves on
And now is come like the brightest sun
All in my dreams are safe for a time
But great things begin to stir
And terrible consequences brew and bubble
The world will soon be on fire
and not just in my dreams...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice."