Forged like an invasion
This similar surprise
He’s a coward in liason
Like a militant demise
The feathers are floating to the ground
I can hear the silent brush
Opened shadows when she came around
With a gentle yet vigorous touch
The basements cool and musty smell
A piano tucked away next door
The echo hiding inside a seashell
Is heard miles away from the shore
He rode away to the horizon’s spit
Always looking behind
Wondering where his dreams will fit
As her hurricane swirls his mind

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: