as i sit here pondering this and that
disecting all the facts
tongue in motion
wrapped in devotion
waiting for the epiphany to spring
writing these thoughts in the stars
dark as night
make it right
erase this from my sight
lead me not into another lonesome night
lets be better together
this storm we can weather
and here appears a side
darker than anything ever known
to bury you in the backyard
- what then would grow
lost souls in this fish bowl
practical magick i would say
nice to have met you today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice soft composition. Lovely.