Storms travel in the skies of our minds
these rain drops forever tell a story
candied clouds crowd out all logic,
electricity pulsates through these hungry veins
in distance, I reach out to you.
Rampant curiosity battles the sleeping refuge
within; I build my world to escape through the
corridors of my dreams...
through these eyes of amber, time stands still...
Captivated by solitude, I grasp for air
swallowing my own screams,
salvation is desperately returned to me as
healed wounds reinstates faith.
Lingering in the doorway of 'our' moments
I hold you tight, piercing your soul
shadowed reality, I become whole...
Copywrite KristinRDavis @ 6/2/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem