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© 1996-2007 khanada rhodes

lies on a stranger's bed 
the new day breaks 
like a speeding train 
on an old friend 
ever expected, 
but never knocking 

holding your own 
in a battered car 
all night parties 
cocktail bars 
and smile 
when the butterfly escapes 
the killing jar 

sure eyes awake 
before the dancing is over 
wise or naked in 
secret oktober 

freefall 
on a windy morning shore 
nothing but a fading track 
of footsteps, to prove 
that you'd ever been there 

spoken 
on a cotton cloud 
like the sound of gunshot 
taken by the wind 
and lost in distant thunder 

racing 
on a shining plane 
tomorrow won't be content 
to watch as the lightning 
plays along the wires, 
and you'll wonder... 

sure eyes awake 
before the dancing is over 
wise or naked in 
secret oktober 

sure eyes awake 
before the dancing is over 
wise or naked in 
secret oktober