I am the brightness to your heart'
the music to your ear.
I am the seed of those angels
whom forever I'll care.
But each day sheds darkness
and drought brings rain.
I'll explain...
Alone I am in a day's darkness
and the heavens dissatisfied
will break into tears.
A fairy's wand and friend's love
share likeness, to fight my fears.
You are so close up tight'
so fun to play.
Your voice makes me sway,
the movement of my lips
begging you to stay.
I work so hard to make it clear
pictures in my head still smeared.
Finger tips blister trying to make it work; never does!!!
I wish you knew me like I know you.
Yet you play my sorrows in your voice,
your one of my favorite toys....
To play with....
In my blood, flowing in my veins,
the angel singing stays...
With you...
Who I am is brightly polished in my head,
covered by its abundant blackness.
I am the type to make a move and not to stay.
To pluck a string'
to sing without a doubt of words to fade away...
The sound of your voice tingles in my ear
any time my hands mingle with your centered most sensitive...
I love to play...
Description:Of no conscience
Monday, October 6, 2008
SOLANGEL
Posted by the great, Daniel H. Schluckebier at 9:29 PM 1 comments
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The Reapers Boulevard
- Daniel H. Schluckebier
- Is the journey alone in the long and busy lanes of life whereby everyone keeps loosing everything. Even those who gain, eventually loose everything in the end. Except the right decision that grants them eternal life(Giving their life to God)...