Morning rays of liquid gold
wakes me up from dream of darkness.
As gems of silver trickle down my cheek
I see my death and life in reverse.
I am forever falling, bedazzled by
the shimmer from a thousand lanterns in the sky.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Morning rays of liquid gold
wakes me up from dream of darkness.
As gems of silver trickle down my cheek
I see my death and life in reverse.
I am forever falling, bedazzled by
the shimmer from a thousand lanterns in the sky.