Persona non grata so I sang between a
moonlight sonata
A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note
My soul did concave beneath that haunting,
longing, aching spirit!
So persona non grata my coattails in winter
snow.
:: ~ ::
Persona non grata so I sang between a
moonlight sonata
A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note
My soul did concave beneath that haunting,
longing, aching spirit!
So persona non grata my coattails in winter
snow.
:: ~ ::
WHEN you awaken
do you get up into
the sinking
inside of you?
It’s three feet below the bed
where you rest your head
at the foot of an Anchor-stone
I can only ask because i know
the weight of that stone
kept me three feet below
the resting bed
until one day i arose
up into the sun
when i awaken
that’s where I’ll go
:: 05-28-2014 ::