Restful Spirit
This restful spirit longs
for love that measures
inspiring pleasures that might come
my restless spirit knows
that it will not come ...
Each day I wake
looking for my sleep
at night I sleep among my candles
that I light before my rest
of endless words ...
Putting my feet on the floor
I cry and cry for more
my restless figure
walks through the fire
wanting a new world to come....
Brooke
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