Now that I am lost, do not hurry
Baffling is the end of any road
Bosom of the horizon
Breathes another sky dawning
Birds spin my muses away
Now I am lost, wings hurry
Furtive rumblings beneath
Flesh-like reflections skim
Fast away whispering
Frozen skylines drown
Now lost, I am
Only my beloved one
Out beyond away
Over every horizon
Obsession lays my stepping stones



~ by blueangelwolf on December 11, 2012.

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