YOU WERE NEVER TRULY GONE
I've been looking at stars and talking to the wind Wishing I could tell them the truth of everything Wishing I could tell you that I want more Of this.....
CALL IT THE ARRIVAL
I still can't tell why it is called 'morning' shouldn't it be called the 'arrival'? To have dissolved through time coursed through space navigating sopor mazes; the cloudscapes,the mountainous dreams,...
YOU ARE
[caption id="attachment_11748" align="aligncenter" width="336"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [YOU ARE][/caption]You're like glass among plank windows You stay gleaming in my eyes Soft and shimmering, Wild and free You open for light like bible...