When Stars Explode T'is cause
Never,
underestimate the power,
of a sunrise.
Nor the magic cast, by it's light.
While moonbeams ......shed, their......shadows.
I sold a whisper, unto a sleeping, butterfly.
With a hope, that he would play.
And all the while....... long.
The heavens were... a smokey, bluesy...... grey.
Like, the colour...... of dead eyes.
So I could only dream.....
Of yesterday.
Of a longing,
for that......
Lost
lovers touch!
Giajl © Jim Love