Poem -

THOSE WHO FEAR THE FOLLOW-----WE WAIT LOVES REQUEST

My morning is young
and living is true -hungry and lost
without you
 a lover whose name hangs from the old tree
we found on the wind
leaving me lonely
on the johnny cash rail
crying is just timing of clocks
packed up the sky
clouds squeezed between each slow dance
back has broken into the walls
painted in black
this face in blue
eyes which wander in whiskey scented sin

Ravens spread across the fathoms
each carries a strand of your hair
as a one-eared painter
hides in the canvas
amongst burning fear
strings thread through forests and valley stands
loves tiny heart
glides in the angel's dawn
each creased page unfolds
and lines in tattoo read
on a face lost so many depths ago
love songs drowning in another
corner played

echos sin in victims and corners
I lost waiting in flesh
undercover of bone

loves hollow lost on begging days
me waiting for nights final quoted
prayer

LEFT
AS ME
LOST
AS YOU

 

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Djangos Daughter

Moving write Terry. They are out there beyond the veil waiting. 

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