Shattered Are My Dreams
~Shattered Are My Dreams . . . ~
The Air I can Breathe,
is filled with a haste, That Be Awake
to mine eyes brewingewith the clutches of Fantasy.
& Lay An Everlasting wake upon thyn eyes,
for filling it with time, awake, a wake . . .
are my Eyes.
Mine Eyes filled with sadness, or with tears,
a Collection, of eager stares & affection, shawn; gaze; into
reflection, staring
Left my Eyes to carress, over shadowing . . .
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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