The words that flow bring to light <br />Reminiscing thoughts in the night <br />Riding on the back of a gray beast <br />Prowling and revealing the deceased <br /> <br />Flying with wings crimson and amber <br />Thrashing within the hissing clamor <br />Escaping from the gravitational pull <br />Reflecting upon a past that is plentiful <br /> <br />From a self contained shell…hatching <br />Magnetically seeking and attracting <br />Tunneling into the burrows of the mind <br />Gathering red roses soaked in brine<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-80/
