There are thoughts that lie in bed
That leave me in a sort of dread.
Sleep that does not erase
The disguise laying in my place.
It is a mirror of my soul
That I filled like a bowl.
It will never empty in time
For I add to it like a rhyme.
The dread is I know it well
And it teases me when I dwell
Like a devil from hell,
A thought that has cast a spell.
good thoughts live on...
Lady Vivian
we are under the spell of poetry
For The Love Of Muse
Vickie
Love ya!
Jane
budd
That I filled like a bowl.
It will never empty in time
For I add to it like a rhyme."
We forever add to it... but do not let it tease
and do not dwell... and cast out that old devil
and replace it with something that is swell :)
Love and Light
Lily