I watched the starlight
in your eyes
as it faded
somewhere in the night
The dreaming song
we abandoned
plays on still
where we left it stranded
A gentle wind
rocks yesterday's cradle
above a broken
fairytale
And we hear
what the world
lets us see
in their truth;
A fantasy
But remember me
to places few
where all in love
still held true
And skies like heaven
held our hope high
as we watched in wonder
until it passed us by
(September 9th, 201)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
