I remember the nights when we
felt need of neither
slumber nor dream.

You’d Vogue to dawn’s chorus,
and I’d be somewhere … travelling
into a stranger’s eyes.

Our hearts were older
than the years which fell
under our names,

and we never knew
that we were but boys … living
out youth in the minds of men.






© Stuart Higginson 22-9-07

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