The Midnight Bliss of a Loners Heart
The midnight bliss of a loner’s heart,
Circulates and illuminates like the crescent moon,
His cries instruments, violently strummed by angels
Creating and perfecting the sound of thunder
His dreams clouds raining down like
Tears, on his dirt ridden face
Without a trace his emotions
Dissipates like the voice of the woman
A woman who once whispered
I love ……..
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2011
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