Saturday, December 1, 2012

Dream of tomorrow

In the muse I suffer 


Close a silent door on a life that is lived

Live this love in a groove state

Marry solitude to belonging 

Selfless images caress the view

 

Blackness of ink settles on a new scribe

Dust softly blows sentiments of morrow

Round and round fingers entwine

Sparkle in fluid motion capture your eye

 

Marred in shadows cursed in blessings

Silver tongue reapers ply a trade

Exotic masquerades dance on the wing

As I rest and think on tomorrows beginnings




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