The moon had just risen into the skies as I laid my head to rest I closed my eyes and place my hand upon my beating breast. The moon dust fell upon my face My mind flew into a safe place. The trees whispered words into ears My dream self listened without any fears. When morning comes I shall soon awake These lonesome dreams to forsake.
Lailua · Sat Jun 30, 2012 @ 01:00am · 0 Comments |