All things come full circle so slowly in the night
Discerning shadows move closely around by me
Weaving wavering in the half- vowels of my mouth
Where dark spirits spreading sorrows close their wings
Soulful as time settles down in a moody darkly silence
Anguished measures fully all the time in my dented cup
Cankered sores painfully obscures the dark corners of my mind
With no discernible change in the lines of his unmoral expression
Spirits spell their sorrows
Spirits show their dances
Spirits wave and weave their songs
Thoughts stilled by centuries long ago
All things come full circle so slowly in the night
Discerning shadows move closely by me as I close my eyes tight.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
