The Ghosts of my past.

April 28th, 2010-Her Flowing Bed Of Roses

Sparkling flames,

Of purple and blue.

Is this worth giving up.?

All I can think of, is you.

Silver winged fairies,

Flow around her golden crown.

Her forehead creased in concentration.

Her eyes pointed straight down.

A magical mist surrounds her,

In the dim, but glowing light.

Her flowing bed of roses,

With her resonating shining light.