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