“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees
and changing leaves.” ― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
and changing leaves.” ― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Demo #5 by Lisa More
Afternoon blue fades, horizon pales
Grey skies clutch the clouds in autumn rain
His eyes strike like lightening, thunder rages
dwell within the shelter of embrace
raindrops lash upon lips
in ghostly dance the rising mist forms
beads of crystal lingering on warm skin
diving deeper, gasping for breath
his eyes drown me under surging waves
flooded by his fury, grasping at tides
in the sweetest sinking of my surrender.
dwell within the shelter of embrace
raindrops lash upon lips
in ghostly dance the rising mist forms
beads of crystal lingering on warm skin
diving deeper, gasping for breath
his eyes drown me under surging waves
flooded by his fury, grasping at tides
in the sweetest sinking of my surrender.
