Biography of Cassandra Helen
Someday you'll remember my name: -)
Cassandra Helen Poems
Sprinkles falling onto frozen faces Don’t fight gravity And other facts of life Lost to the opulence of the city
Blemishes on the night’s face Glowing brighter with each passing hour. With each iridescent wish And each shining prayer.
Embers of voices Crackling in ears. Light leaving dreams, A pile of ash.
Embers of voices
Crackling in ears.
Light leaving dreams,
A pile of ash.
Language older than happiness
Time like the mountains
The weight of the way things should be.