Darkrose

Darkrose

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

January Dreams

In dreams of darkness the howling wind blows.
The roof is gone the stars shine in as
the soft light of the moon comes out from behind a cloud.
Bathing my weary body shining in my eyes.
Making me smile wearily
My heart lies broken in front of me on the floor
A sodden mess of matter.
Time has lost meaning.
My chests open and gaping.
Where are you?
Green hues of night and light dancing
in my head of muddled thoughts.
Fingers move fast over the shape
of your face in the bed beside me.
Who are you?