For Better Days to Come (100/365)

I see through eyes that with beauty weep
… that remembers the stories of a soul asleep
… that looks, in turn, through roses and ice
… that sees the truth amidst the lies

I feel through skin that spreads like light
… with fingers that traces in lack of sight
… with lips that linger in sorrow’s wake
… with hands that hold in blissful states

I live through wishes made by a heart
… through written words of hope in the dark
… through woven tales of love so true
… through the soul of The One who loves me, too


“Twilight Dreamer”
by Phoenixfire
December 31st 2011


Blessed Be…

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