Like sand washed by the tides <br />over and over again, <br />or mist rolling into a valley… <br /> <br />I am slipping through your fingers <br /> <br />as the moon waxes and wanes, <br />and the wind keeps calling my name <br />I seek the answer to my yearning <br />in your eyes, <br /> <br />yet your mouth is set <br />in the line which is drawn between <br />us, you being unaware in your <br />contentment and dreams of <br />white fences… <br /> <br />whilst my heart beats wildly <br />and the dream fades… <br /> <br />I feel myself <br /> <br />slipping through your fingers<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slipping-through-your-fingers/
