It’s the slow silence of the time of night;
Teasing tempting my vulnerable mind.
The sky blankets over the morning light;
The stress of my backbone slowly unwinds.
My fascinated eyes; the moon pours in.
The stars lean to kiss my awaiting lips.
Recollection of memories and sins;
They seem to mirror the above eclipse.
The masking of dark from light chills my soul.
My fading consciousness blurs my bold thoughts;
Sleep comes to take my mind away in whole.
My body breathes a sigh; no more distraught.
I gradually creep to my dreams once more.
Where my mind calmly begins to explore.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
It’s the slow silence of the time of night;
Teasing tempting my vulnerable mind.
The sky blankets over the morning light;
The stress of my backbone slowly unwinds.
My fascinated eyes; the moon pours in.
The stars lean to kiss my awaiting lips.
Recollection of memories and sins;
They seem to mirror the above eclipse.
The masking of dark from light chills my soul.
My fading consciousness blurs my bold thoughts;
Sleep comes to take my mind away in whole.
My body breathes a sigh; no more distraught.
I gradually creep to my dreams once more.
Where my mind calmly begins to explore.
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