Afflicted by the sickness of spirit
Falling desperately in love
This one is for the memories
To feed the pondering that flows above
In and out of passages
Shadows dark as night
Forever they are resting
Beside straight edged flows of light
And as solumn as it sounds
What is here foretold
May well turn out to be right
As the story unfolds
Solitude.. rain storm.. then silence
Brewing up a thought of lust
Convinced by the illest form of wisdom
Now, quite surely, in love
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
Afflicted by the sickness of spirit
Falling desperately in love
This one is for the memories
To feed the pondering that flows above
In and out of passages
Shadows dark as night
Forever they are resting
Beside straight edged flows of light
And as solumn as it sounds
What is here foretold
May well turn out to be right
As the story unfolds
Solitude.. rain storm.. then silence
Brewing up a thought of lust
Convinced by the illest form of wisdom
Now, quite surely, in love
