...Four years of
speechless moonlight and
two hours of drinking
the presence of whiskey
becomes a grain of sand
in the throat
Everything turns to regret
when all is forgotten but
the miracles of
her touch
Perhaps...
will forever be a prayer to the
stars
and thoughts of
"what could have been if..."
will remain as a
burden inside the chambers
of the heart
So many reasons to dream
but I have yet to find
a reason to
sleep...