Caught between two thorns,
I linger and gaze. Do you
need me still? Can I trust
in the power of love to see me
through?
Am I lost or alone, a
small figure trapped by
eagles, pinned to the sea
by fear and desperation?
Love is not what it was.
Caught between two thorns,
I watch for you. Are you
still awake, as I am? Or
are you, too, captured? Are
you, like me, captured
in limbo?
Written by Jay Dawson 12/07/10
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