Your jewels glimmer in the dust
Through the ashes of light dancing in a dash
Your smoke blazes through storms
Through the hazes of words lost in a maze
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Rock Me
Do you love me? Love in the way I feel?   Will you protect me and you from harm? From losing charm? Wrap me in your arm?  Wrap me in your arm like a child, like a baby, your baby rocking slowly to a song...? Rocking me into a storm?  A stranger to you. A name.  A face.  A place to rock me into a storm.
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