A town called Surfer's Paradise, near Brisbane, Australia
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Waiting for inspiration
When the city goes to sleep
And lovers rest their eyelids
He does not
He waits
Sitting alone at his chair by the window
Or sitting alone at his desk
He waits
The world will rush around him
And the traffic will screech in the streets
But he waits
Sometimes music leaks from the shutters
Sometimes silence reigns
Sometimes a lonely candle graces the window ledge
Sometimes daylight streams in
But always he waits
Waiting
Waiting for inspiration.
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