Poems from Alicefyre
Whisper, whisper comes
true. Can you hear its secret?
Smile at the sound
Sleep is a poem
No one knows the answer to
Shield of thickest sand
Beneath skin, beating
Running river swift and true
Red leaves rustle through
Journey to the Great Unknown
Eyes a glazed and fever flown
Somewhere new,
walk alone
And the old: a stepping stone
Clouds of danger...
In my den, black as pitch
Someone disturbs my slumber
Rock breaks on rock
Laughter filters down
Silly mortals
Bring what time will not...