Close within your scent

Into slumber I am pulled


Like an opiate to the woman in me

Tranquil serenity descends within my brain

Unrest in dreams calling to you

Fears releasing in the net of security

Something within is processing

You fight the night of your darkness

Leaping to take flight from the landmines in your mind

Spiritual rain

Uncluttered thunder left in its wake

The sweetness of the fire

Cleansing the slate

Echoes of peace

6/29/2016 11:20AM

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