Prostrate without sleep
abreast with whispering winds
and forgotten word
Uncertainty taints
but undoubtedly waits; let
aspersion tickle
Like the time the place
the moon your face the roof the
days the stars i raze
As it begins to
set in skin; be my trust and
rain with fair roses.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
One two three one two three one two three
one two three one two three one two three
one two three one two three...
Whistle in.
Add the notes.
Morph the hymn,
And it invokes
A change in scheme,
A darker theme,
From pleasant dreams
To twisted whispers.
One... One... One... One... One... One... One... One....
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC