Twised shades of light, dreary <br />dreamy haze that passes into a <br />twlight Shivering cold with <br />winters first chill, I pass through <br /> the ocens foamy delight. <br /> <br />Caught between what I know is <br /> wrong and refusing to do what is <br /> right I realize heavens plight. <br /> Lingering to long I begin to fell <br />her icy fingers then the bite. <br /> <br />Bitter sweet memory, I find what I <br /> came to see. The shadowy <br />figuers beside me remain as I <br />desend deeper into the night.<br /><br />David Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-think-6/
