under the cover <br />of the blanket of darkness <br />we feel the beating <br />of the fears in our hearts <br />and our mouths <br />mumble the need of <br />hands <br /> <br />however, lonely as we are <br />we like the beauty of the <br />silent island <br /> <br />not wanting to touch <br />the cloud the wind <br /> <br />simply because there is <br />nothing there<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-cover-of-the-blanket-of-darkness/
