A Second Time

And it was in a rain-drenched garden-shed

That I woke to find that I had been dead


And the endless string of unfinished things

Of broken wishes and incomplete dreams


Looked me in the face through my own eyes

And I decided that wasted time wasn’t so nice


So I got up, you see, and looked for a thing

That could remind me to fly, return me my wing.


And when I saw that an ocean in your eyes did lie

Mean to be with the skies inside my eye,


I knew I had found the miracle that made this poem rhyme

And it was love that let me be born

A second time.


One thought on “A Second Time

  1. eliza

    Hey! I really like your poem..
    Anyways! Im trying to get around to as many Indian bloggers as I can, asking for their help so I\’ll stop there- I\’m an Australian Indian doing a major work where I need heaps of surveys filled out, which is really hard for me considering I don\’t know many Indians living in India. So it would be really awesome if you had the time to visit my online survey and fill it out. Heres the site–http://www.my3q.com/home2/107/elizag/50097.phtmlThanks heaps!


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