Thursday, April 30, 2009


In the dark
Looking dreadfully stark
Missing the mark
In need of a spark

Hark, the herald sings
Please fix my dings
And heal the stings
Carry me on thy wings

Bring forth much love
Yearning for the dove
For the one I dream of
My dearly belove

Shove away the weak
Destroy the bleak
Foster some technique
To break the barren streak

Speak to me
Full of glee
Clean the debris
Fly so high so free


Bobbi said...

I see hope in this, hope for a brighter future. Great read.

Liane Schmidt said...

Passionate & beautiful*



-Liane Schmidt.