One sound of her voice Is richer than symphonies Under moon lit nights The comfort of Wonderous sounds Relaxing mind To dreams of beauty Fallen in lullabies Of lips tender embrace
My arms are cold Woken in dreams Alone and broken Reflected in shattered mirrors On autumns falling leaves Footprints marred By cigarette ashes Like charcoal paintings Of my path Blown outward In cool breezes Whispering past secrets Like hummingbirds In my soul