Otherside of Morning
Stream of unconsciousness
wash away the day
Make significant the fade
make firmamments of blades
(her bloodsong is fresh upon the Earth)
Tempted to join you there
washed of impermeance
Ever immune
God is looking
shrouded,defined by His unique silence
And Im still here
and your'e still there
And somewhere,somewhere
somone's wishing star is dying
Collapsing on itself
-Shannon....
Copyright © Mike Trevino | Year Posted 2011
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