THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

black flower blossoms

withered this storm
weathered another fall
in the dark before dawn
i await what befalls
...with feathers and
black flower blossoms...
...with feathers and
black flower blossoms...

lighter from confession
burdened by fruition
pain is my impulsion
to fight another dawn
i await what befalls
...with feathers and
black flower blossoms...
...with feathers and
black flower blossoms...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aint the kind I'd like to see on ur B'day, but what the hell! Good one :)

Seashells said...

Birthday or not, i can't stop the blossoms. :P Thanks :)