As I Enter The Dark Chamber of My Memory…
This Book Before me…
An Opening to my Heart
A Warm Breeze Blows through the room…
Causing the Two Lit Candles to Shutter
I Wince at the ever Present Moonlight…
It Seems the Stars are Waiting for me
To Draw Sunday Ink…
For Sunday Marks our Connect
My Love for you it grows…
And though the Ink within My Mind’s Eye
Does seem made of The Very Blood of My Soul…
I Write on
Your Shadow Will Accompany Me
DarkJade-



