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Friday, 28 February 2014

Crest


A single tear A crystal ball
Dreams hopes all trapped inside
Spinning turning like a Storm 
Ever turning ever evolving
Never decreasing circles
As faith an belief presents 
But if but one should fall
Shatter an dissolve 
Where will the dream reside
Scatter on the wind
Far an high
Or simply
Seep into the ground
To the murky depths
Never to be seen or heard again
But if you catch it 
In your hands so
Will it be preserved protected
Loved an adored
As if your very own
These wishes wants an needs
Precious to me devout within
Hold the key to all that is me
So catch them when they fall
Use gloves of velvet 
Believe in them truly
For in your hands
You hold all that is me....

Night Chill



She brought the light
darkness was ceased
Consumed by mire lost in the night
My body broken an bruised
Echoes beyond trapped in the mind
I'm a prisoner within the grasp of a thousand thoughts
A million screams of those gone by 
Until her touch brought about my resurrection 
Stood in white her wings aloft
Out stretched hands asking me to come
Into her arms I fall an soft warmth envelopes my senses 
Comforted beyond belief held on her grasp
Alive I am free to breath
No more cries no more screams
Just the moonlite an stars left
To guide me on home to her ever loving heart
Where forever more
I will reside.... 


Cold Comfort





Lonely....
Oh how I hate the night
The coldness the loneliness 
with only the moon an stars 
to comfort me 
A large bed cold an wider 
without a lover to fill it so
Like my heart Vast an unfilled
Wishes hopes dreams
all placed before the stars
But as of yet 
they hear me not.....