Bedtime Stories of Love

**************************************************************************************** Someday beyound this flesh of mine that has been short circuited throughout time.... Lying atop the shag carpet with a glass of cold water and a piece of rye bread Wondering amid the yellow, orange, red and blue flames; dancing in their gaze ~ Considering the purpose, parallels and paradox of all things; folding wisdoms page?! Clarity revealing its truth betwixt the tears and pain; poured from perfections cup.... Currents coursing through my veins these revelations calling my name; splashed Aneath crystal waters with their blood soaked bread; merged in the flames ~ **************************************************************************************** ....“Bedtime Stories of Love” *