Nothing But Still Frames And A Fading Memory....

Nothing But Still Frames And A Fading Memory....

A Poem by Cherub Apathy

I dont even know the sound of your voice
But if I could only hear it
I know it would make me smile

Your eyes bare the glance
That could center all my energy
Your still smile warms what's cold within me

My strength is just a number
And I've pulled mountains with less

With a thought..
With a hope..
With a wish..

In what deems this
In a world of vertigo
Through the dead sea of distance
To whatever result to be known...

Just be, and just know...

© 2008 Cherub Apathy


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Added on June 7, 2008

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Cherub Apathy
Cherub Apathy

belleville, IL



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A Poem by Cherub Apathy