The tattered faces of long lost poets shatter in the wind

Bringing a quiet solitude to the mists in the moors

Ever bright is the sun

Eclipsed in the sadness of the still waters

Brightness lurks its head out of the mire of lost thoughts

Where realizations are primed

From an endless stream of consciousness

Forever to love

Forever to be in the midst of time with you

Will be my greatest pleasure

© Bolan-Beaty Boogie

May 8, 2016