As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Air is Good

Unexpected love
You are in my touch
And your beauty comforts the
Wrong in me
I’m underneath broken moonlight
Where peaceful prayers
Fill my heart
The arms of the clouds
Weave through the jungle in my mind
And the passengers with requests vacate
Looking for the truth
The weakness I show
Lives in the stones that line my
Rivers edge
Drenched in the water
My naked heart
Screams for 

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