Embrace the Night, Cleanse Your
Mystic dreams....
Which currents cut the air ?
As darkened corners call.....
Black majik, has cast it's spell!
A moments hush.
Whose scent.....Do I smell ?
Images from my past.
Now.....
Lay shattered, on the floor.
Light winds blow!
As sleepy clouds hide the stars.
While.....
A feathers touch,
Is forever, on......
My
Mind.
Giajl © Jim Love