Wednesday, 30 October 2013


The remnants of subtle hue
clothing that intimate ego
wishing for dawns sword
scythe my terrors away!

I yearn.

Gazing within
the yawning chasm of loneliness
retreating before
days returning joy.

I don the shield
fey touch comforting
slight hesitance
shivering along my arid lips

Day is here
light floods through
an azure vista
soaring without

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