Thursday, April 5, 2012

Misty Kisses

To wander the night
Under the stars
On a blanket of sand
Is where I stand
I know not the destination, or theme of journey
Only that it is for me

As dots of energy in the black abyss above light my way

The witching hour kindly kisses my face
with her brisk lips, only to drip
the sense of completeness


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