Lost again in the lochs of night
buried in dreams
the silence of a lonely sleeper
The fabric of stars plaster the ceiling
as the walls breathe deep
in candlelight's glow
August mists from the next room
and love rises hot like
morning bread
She's in the tub now
lips melted into the glass
tracing her body against the water
An angel drawn upon a dying canvas
delicate fingers enticed the paint
to make holes in the leaves
The rain fell like diamonds that night
pounding like a
nervous heart
throbbing in the ears
to a voice just down the hall
Lies in a bed and frost on the windows
buried in dreams
the silence of a lonely sleeper.
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