

Sleep...My heart is tired, my mind feels old; The rain-stained glass is soft and cold. Stars fade in and out of sight As shadows dance about the night.Sleep...
The ghost of arms around my waist And patient fingers interlaced
Flood my head, and I can't dream. The moonlight fades to a shallow gleam.
Clouds start to invade the sky As my pained and heartfelt sigh Begins to fog the window pane. I still hear you say my name.
I take a step towards the door, As the groaning, sighing floor Moans and sobs beneath my feet. I've never felt more incomplete. &n
Rocks

Ablaze - Pt. 1 In the middle of the meadow stood a little boy, no more than eight, dressed in an unseasonable black collared shirt and dress pants. It was painfully warm for that kind of clothing, noted the little girl who watched him patiently from the trees on the edge of the clearing. She, no more than ten, was dressed more appropriately in a flowing white sundress with a red rose threaded into her shining chestnut hair. The meadow sighed in the spring breeze, as the little girl began wondering what on earth the little boy was doing standing in the middle of a clearing with no real purpose.Ablaze - Pt. 1
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