Freebase Dawn
4:30 AM
Come then the morning …
for I have dreamed too long –
ingly of soft shadow –
ed memories of hope –
lessness.
Come then the morning for –
tune of faint melody too far –
gone beyond thought –
ful acts of kind –
ness.
Oh, to sleep again –
st ill heavy with pass –
ions of fine tom –
arrows seeking heart –
beat your drum.
Still my fevered mind –
ful awake –
ening line by space –
cadet refin –
ance –
were …
posted by Anonymous @ 6:17 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Wonderful to read.
I liked the way your broken rhythms fit the mood so well...good stuff
your broken rhythms do give this strength faucon. Made me melancholy. But that is okay because I am feeling melancholy anyway.
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