My hand reaches for the star of dirt
I lay in comfort next to the stone
Mind rates faces in shadows
Lady dance free in my hand
Question music coming
Shades of me and past
Left cold
Eyes wander in the cell
As climbers play
Drawer laid
Here words
Scream
Candle
Brights
Shake like a pillow hard
Stone beneath my head
All misty dim satin night
Single bulb falling dim
Burst in bubble left
Taken a pause
Cry not to ngiht
Sweater left in shades
A marker of voice
Crystal meth
Gone
My hand reaches for the star of dirt
I lay in comfort next to the stone
Mind rates faces in shadows
Lady dance free in my hand
Question music coming
Shades of me and past
Left cold
Well done Walter!!
Love Tinka