a dash of morning presence on my soul
to stay with me, where ever i may go
to follow me, this morning, its color, its light
the memories of the forgotten, the memories that seem so right
as to begin this day, with all with their rays
the soft pinks, the reds and the grays
such is the morning spool, the weave, the cloth
a tapestry of time and time again
sights and sounds, in a stillness
subtle movements that are so often lost
in the depths of the day, in the depths of the soul
are found, all is here with me now, and in time
may travel with me, in all that i know
About Me
- noir
- I am a writer. A dreamer. A poet. A thief. A man who creates, steals, tears down, builds up, other's beliefs. I take not what I need, only what I want. And watch this world grow, and fall, apart. I stand on the edge. I live safe from harm. I seek and find, bridge the gaps in my mind, my heart. Where lovers stray, where lovers dare, where all others stop. I watch this world grow, and then fall desperately apart.
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