Mare Somniorum

A not so structured mind.

Talk of an angel

Posted in Poetry, Writings by terjekv, 2:00 am, August 6th, 2007 
Silence

Broken

The trees whisper to me
the faintest song
the eternal pulse
of life

The voice mesmerizes.

I dream.

I float.

I sense.

I am.

There is no reflection.

There is no thought.

There is no judgement.

I am.

And then the angel
falls into silence.

And I wake.
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