Questions Like Angels at my Dawn

I guess it could be me

That noise at the front of life

Empty hangers

Rooms that just go on

Mirrors of mind confetti

But I dare to think it's not

Maybe 

The ultimate curse

At least to try to know

If this is silly the way I think

Old red

Still in his slip

Molly close on the wheel

My eyes syphoning a tank

and all these things that grow wild on guitar

Ballads that shy from repeating

I guess it could be me

Kicking at mud

Planes don't thrill me like they did

But I try like they do

Internal traveler 

Eternal I

She passes my window 

Like minutes we burn

I die

She knows everything

And I could never fall 

again

Would I 

I guess it could be me.

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

"Internal traveler
Eternal I"

There are times when I read lines from a poem and wish I had been clever enough to come up with them myself, and this is one of those instances. Those 2 lines stuck out to me the most, for some reason.

I very much enjoyed this one. :)

[Perdition]

Good to hear coming from you today: )

[Brittany Zedalis]

Yeah, I've been distracting myself by reading poetry today.

[Perdition]

Well,,mi casa es su casa,…distract away~

[emmajoy]

' Old red - Still in his slip - Molly close on the wheel - -My eyes syphoning a tank - and all these things that grow wild on guitar - Ballads that shy from repeating .. '

There's a lost soul in there, trying to unpick a lock, trying to escape darkness. Yet - all said, start to finish in beautiful language. Guess it is you.

[Perdition]

You have no idea of your timing young lady…I was thinking of taking a break and a very sweet friend is trying to convince me to continue on, at all cost…and then this. Tis a wonderful universe indeed that greats my dawn..Thank you..as always emmajoy ~

[emmajoy]

The dawn has its own way of dealing with grey clouds.. just a drop of colour can so often work miracles!

[Perdition]

With gregorian chant in background... to that Amen~