As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Saturday, January 14, 2012

dream january 9

Crickets chirping
As the breath slowly exhales
Street lights flicker
Like broken images in the reflecting glass

You whisper into the night
To never forget this darkness
That is draped like crushed velvet
Across the night
And the thought
This darkness is the reminder you will never shift

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