Thursday, 23 February 2012

1. The Early Morning Hours (The Emerald Tome)

Dim lights
On the horizon

Birds haven’t woken up
Sound asleep

Rain outside
Pouring down like water

Frosted eyes
Sticking to the lids
And nowhere near expulsion
“We were all,
we were blown away”

First, hazy shade
Second, numerous drops

The roof was covered
In rhythm of tears

Falling from
The sky above

Down near the trees
The grass and the sea
but somewhere near perfection
“So they were all,
all nearly blown away”

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