Comments about Andrea Moyer
Thoughts unwind and spill into
A reverie and as they do
They speak to me of troubled feelings
Camouflaged with cruel veilings.
To witness these with cool intrigue
Malignant slumber, by fatigue,
Has advertised a sweet repose
My heavy-lidded eyes will close.
To once again traverse the plains
And observe those few remains
Of hidden truths, concealed desire
Fears no man could feign retire
To manifest themselves in scenes
Macabre inventions in my dreams
Do rear their ugly ...