Poems from Emberbrooke
My heart is a hollow place
Where old dreams lie:
Smoking the opium of forgetfulness
Trying in vain to die.
I willed myself into a trance...
I met with her in a field of blooming wildflowers.
She stood there in her sky-blue dress
Amongst the sage,
And primrose,
Bluebonnet and...
I committed a great crime this spring.
I learned a lesson that I'll not soon forget.
I learned never to fall in love again
If I can help it...
I was told once
That hope was a thing with feathers.
So's Mine.
Great black plumes he has.
Wings that blot out the sun.
A beak curved like...
I'm ok now.Mostly, that is.I still think about you.Sometimes it feels like you never left:Stalking the fringes of my dreams.Yearning never...