by Cskoyles

Created on: September 09, 2008

Creeping quietly through stolen winds,
Pushing forward beyond past sins
And making this new start reel in
All that went before.

As I sit behind the shadowed storms
Sliding backwards beyond the morn
And making this old end take form
From all that went before.

I remember this, those battered times,
Always looking above, beyond my crimes,
And longing to leave this interim behind,
And keep it in a time I called before.

I left it behind, beyond my crimes,
Beyond past sins and beyond the morn
And sit here now, and remember this,
My past life is all that went before.

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