A stolen dream
June 1, 2008
Alive with nature’s own strife and wrath.
Charioted in with a tarnished silver flare,
Slashing and gashing like a knife on it’s path
a lightning bolt blast slicing the night and shredding a prayer.
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~(<<|>>)~
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Awakened uncomfortably out of a dull and restless sleep.
Lifelessly still and sultry as the storm begins brewing and churning,
A tattering, and splattering breaks the lull, the thundering skies pour and weep.
A dream interrupted, lost forever, a stolen yearning.
