Just before I engage in dreaming
I can hear the angels scheming
Voices from the trees cry ‘follow’
Within this medicine I swallow
My hands betray me in their writing
Because I can’t control what I’m igniting
Worlds inside me now colliding
My mind a mist in heat subsiding
The unrequited verses astound me
As my unthinkable thoughts surround me
Maybe I should just resolve to silence
be without this mad reliance
To send me into perfect dreams
And rise above this wave of screams
Maybe it needs to be let go
I’m haunted by these things I know.
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