Thursday, April 16, 2015

Inside this rancour I know a broken heart leads me
My mortal feet along blackness to death as a friend
Oh, my eyes!
Spare me,
The decaying, sightless, Godless night in sadness
I pray to the morn to give me life, new direction
All will be better
The sky will clear
Wings will lift me
I will be as whole and beautiful as a dream