Poems from Dylan Moran
Here I stare into Twilight
When the clock nearly nits midnight
The trees sway to breeze
As crickets say their peace
Here I stand merely...
Stumbled down stairs, to fight fears of wondering lonesome friends who stepped too far from home.
A fist struck low, from a fathers right...
You may be right, thinking I'm crazy for calling you beautiful. I bet you look in the mirror and criticize. But the truth is I fall deep...
Deep in the sheets of the great easy street
I found a door to the one who adores
A man or two in the stone cold heat
A rose peddled bed...
falling watching the earths details grow larger
these eyes grow wide and weary failing to conjure up the soft fluff of a cloud
a time where...