Friday, October 11, 2013

The Blue Of Night

I can find no more beauty within this pain
But the sky is blue this night, is it not? 
Surrounding by the trees, there the moon
We all thought should turn to blood,
With a f l i c k e r , in my hand 
The light i carry in my soul for all to see
But cannot read to deep,
Do not slip, there's more here 
To meet the eyes  
Dim to candle light... I pray that 
I will not die 

By 

My own hands... 

Before my final book is read. 

The light i carry in my soul for all to see
But cannot read to deep,

The sky is blue this night, is it not? 




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