you tear across my dreams
like a banshee
filled with hope
lost within
closed fingers of truth
sky carved rock
mountain breath
a moment
time in sway
wind across a clock face
your finger
touch
you traced a line
where a soul dared seed
black star-lit tree
late night cries
tattoos carved
deep within my eyes
like a banshee
filled with hope...
This really set my mind to whirling trying to imagine how your lover could cause you to dream mystical sensations "like a banshee filled with hope." There's a bit of a contradiction there. Perhaps that is the mystery. Of course, you "are" the mad poet...
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