The Pen Is My Sword, The Words The Battlefield, The Ink The Wound.... ~Raven
Sunday, December 30, 2012
I Wake
I wake each morning with a thought in my mind A single statement that takes me through my day. I sigh and I rub the sleep from my eyes as The images resurface from lands of fae. I wake each dawn with a rememberance Of sweet dreams where light shines Brighter through misty veils and shadows Of the moon's cold beautiful rays. I wake each morning with a feeling In my heart that takes me to the Place I want to spend the rest Of my life, all of my natural days. I wake each dawn with a single sentence A secret wish, a secret dream For the memory of those beautiful Night visions coming all this May. I wake each morning with a thought in my heart That single statement that takes me Through my days until night falls And I can no longer keep that thought at bay. ~Raven
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