Crimson shards of crystal longing trickle dawn into the torrential chaos which is my mind. Shedding complacence, it weathers my resolve, stokes the flames of madnessí pull, entices me to release the chains of this sanity which threatens to submerge the hopes of the dreamer, I, beneath a torpid shroud which is the vicious bane named society.
wow Chris...the imagery in this one is perfect...very nice... take care, janet marie
Now for me some words come easy... But I know that they don't mean that much Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch. You never knew what I loved in you-- I don't know what you loved in me... Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be... How long have I been sleeping- How long have I been drifting alone through the night... How long have I've dreaming I could make it right... If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might To be the one you need... Jackson Browne