The wind blew crisp this winter morning.
Reflections of the amber lights glowed everywhere...
Anting, breathless
Running away...
Eyes of misty grey -- look out upon the sky,
Crimson tears fall -- tattered wings refuse to...
As the moon rose high,
In the sapphire sky...
* Sometimes it's hard to choose when your in love...
One of these days I'll be free from theses nights...
Curling up into a ball
Happiness before I fall...
Light descends to darkness
The luminousness of the moon...
1. Two black swans embrace,
Cradled by the whispering wind...
My dark fantasy,
Is all I can turn to...
The words, they fail to find me,
thou out in teh open i stand...
© Mariah Bartlemay 2006
Into the darkness we sweep...
Caught between this and that
Unable to see right from wrong...