Walking under sun beaten skies,
Quiet and dry from winds howling cries.
The hands of time valley-ing across my skin.
Remind me oh memory before death's touch settles in.
A ghost of you upon my lips,
Faded fragments across my fingertips.
Your breath still holding captive of my mind,
Your voice upon my heart intertwined.
Across this desert that holds no rain.
My hallow house held with sand and a window pane.
Forgive me as my clock chimes once more.
If these walls could speak, what would be in store.
A tale of you, "thief of my heart,"
A gem stolen but never apart.
Beauty under the ocean's floor lies,
Flower that use to blossom under blue skies.
Within the very corner of a shadow.
Hidden out of sight from the window,
Laying here within the darkness of my mind.
A light that flickers, soon shall be hard to find.
The envisions that you-ve exceeded
No mans dreams every dare pleaded
Echoes of you that continue to speak
A love in wander never held me week |
Submission Name: One's Last Thought
