Sunday, November 24, 2013

Kissing Snakes


Your bright moon fades beyond my horizon,
Vanishing...
Without Warning
Like a pendulum, hiding on the other side
Where the cool shade, fogs my path
Chills run down my spine
Frost coats my face, in the dark
All alone
Lost in space
....
Gone
Like an amber mist
In a dormant fireplace
Tossed, in a time
Where warmth ran its course
and the world quietly sat around
Sharing stories and keeping cozy
Remember...how the nightmare use to be?

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