Morning light
shined
and I wished
I was
dead
in an instant
crying
out of my mind
in a fury
with this
not much of
a life
so sweetly
bitter
drunk
and sober
by starlight
only through
magic
in paint
and the soul
in the voice
singing
out of my head
and my soul
through
my friend
to my home
where you
will be soon.
Denielle S. Rose - July 28, 2007
- copyright - Denielle Prokopenko Rose * 2010 *
