Morning of sleepy eyes
Lingering images float but forget
Not able to make it to the surface
Each night I feed you pieces of me
Lost in the Martin realm
With a cloak of black around me
The power is there to erase this world
All you have to do is step in
But there is little peace to be had
Can I capture the missing calm
In works of my own?
Excitement without danger and grief?
July 16, 2012 at 3:12 am
July 16, 2012 at 9:48 am
Thank you Francina, for stopping by today and commenting. I appreciate it! ~ brandy