Thursday, October 9, 2014

I Still Believe--Black Series

Like a  spotlight 

Your voice 
Thru the fog
Penitrates me deep.

Wings of statues
Like spires
Rise above the haze.

Your eyes black
Through the distance
Know my intentions clear.

Chimes of steeples
Their sound a reminder still.

Your presence 
A challenge
To all I know.

Your Heart
In mine
The only thing left
I still believe.

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