Tuesday, 23 August 2016

IT'S NOW WITHIN HER GRASP:

Finally,

She's found the place,

That it is hidden!

She reaches for it,

Tenderly folds her fingers around it,

Ah, the Holy Grail,

The Golden Chalice,

She hugs it to her,

The birds wheel overhead,

Calling to one another,

And her spirit soars,

For she is not alone anymore.

There's a memory tucked inside of me

Inside of me so deep, Burnt into my retina, When awake & when asleep. It's like a bad smell, That just won't go, It rattle...