The Third Man

The Third Man

White clouds brought around Innocent doubts When you ‘gone’ To the Other ‘side’ In a ‘moment’ Lost in ‘memory’ Lost in ‘time’ The first man ‘shook’ your hand In an empty lane The second man ‘gave’ his card Among the crowed On a fast train The third man ‘Touched’ your hand Brought a flower In a ‘blurred’ dream White clouds brought around Innocent doubts When you slept In your car Near and Far Your pale face Gently bathed In a ‘silver’ light Time and time As the moon ‘Stopped’ For You Every night

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Your ancient secret of ‘Godly’ game Suddenly ‘Born’ again In a countryside In the heat of Unusual Summertime When the image Of the third man Flooded slowly Your Inner sight Your Dying mind White clouds brought around Innocent doubts When your dreams Became so real Shaped miraculously A musical sound Into a spectrum Of Arching Light Telling the story of No one But Your own Life

Altawell

© Altawell, 2009

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