Monday, October 3, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
A luminescent shimmer did once covert the crust of mine eye.
Where to, now lyes the brim of a heavy tear, tittering at a line of lashes.
A breathe, once light, now choked the strings that tied mine lung to and to.
For what speaketh, when a tongue in now dry
For whom to share sweet melodic sounds of a heart..
beat, beating in its supple chamber.
Why open eyes when darkest will take the night any way.
To soft, to soon, to young to comprehend this pull,
this saturated stains of life.
Alas, no knows not of fortune, nor of the silent soul.
Tis in the comfort and the understanding where thou will find
A sound to wake her from this suction.
Posted by ophelia at 7:08 PM