Sarah Breanna Andrews
Biography of Sarah Breanna Andrews
For me poetry, music, and just plain old writing are ways to let my heart express itself without the neccesity of verbalising. In other words, what i write is what I'm feeling.
Sarah Breanna Andrews Poems
Dawn Has Come
Dawn has come, O’er the fields of hay. As heady as golden rum, Is the clear light of day.
The wind sighs As the seraphim falls The stars cry And the world grows small
I sit in a darkened room, Dreaming of you.
Muse Of Light And Dark
Sitting, waiting Pen in hand What am I making In this far away land?
Listen And You Will See
You say you listen but you never do You’re never there when I need you. You’re listening to music, chilling in your room Thinking all the thoughts you think of the worlds impending doom
The Wide World
You sit at your bedroom window Watching the open sky You never see what is below Do you wonder why?
The wind sighs
As the seraphim falls
The stars cry
And the world grows small
She lost the man
For whom she burns
Her heart broken