Thursday, October 1, 2009

Entry Number 6

ENTRY number 6
~Luina Ashcroft~

I sleep now under sheets of poetry
Tracing the lines of what we really are
I rest my head under pillows of sadness
Overjoyed for a dream yet to come

The darkness of the room has yet to falter,
And the dryness of the air ceased to calm
This makeshift bed of memories wounds me
I have not shared it with someone whom I love

Endless lines echoes in my head
Whispers of a nameless song
Can’t believe I’m still hearing this sound
So I listen to its beat with awe

To had searched the ocean depths aimlessly
And found the light of hope
I return with this sweet tiding
To melt my heart as cold as stone
Time will tell if this moment is fleeting,
Or another love story to unfold...


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