Dreams
Evening's darkened veil
She scatters silver dust and a lone pearl
A chilling perfume sets the day to rest
Overlooking life
Its golden lights
Amongst the shadows of the night
They're a pondering stanger
As one with the night
Drawing visions on the dark canvas
Creating memories, their sweet subtle texture
Calm
Fresh
So serene
Loves voice drowns the devils scream
The pondering stranger silent within his dreams...
Robert Hayden Pursell
12/26/2006
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