The fleeting moment when
Dusk conflates with the rising dawn
And all that was ever loud
Falls, to a million tiny pieces, at the feet of morning.
Her still quiet
Tears apart the knick-knack thoughts
That you had displayed
Like a dreamscape reflection,
Spread like ashes on the windowsill.
The wind breathes soft
On the back of your neck and behind your ears
Ghost kisses under the blanket of day.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
The fleeting moment when
Dusk conflates with the rising dawn
And all that was ever loud
Falls, to a million tiny pieces, at the feet of morning.
Her still quiet
Tears apart the knick-knack thoughts
That you had displayed
Like a dreamscape reflection,
Spread like ashes on the windowsill.
The wind breathes soft
On the back of your neck and behind your ears
Ghost kisses under the blanket of day.
Re-wrote this and am now much happier with it. ANY THOUGHTS PLEASE WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED!! XOXO
