Incoherent people cannot talk, cannot <br />use words to convey their meaning, explain <br />what they are feeling, incoherent people can <br />only wonder about the forlorn meandering <br />of their own thoughts <br /> <br />Notes twinkling like ice-cubes, passing me <br />by, no music left, only the darkness inside, <br />must learn to fill it up with gleaming <br />interest - the words are lost, empty <br />lines running on <br /> <br />Without rhythm and sound; tomorrow <br />will bring a new story of beauty, dragons <br />and glory, dreamers shall be victorious over <br />sorrow, bring joy of dancing fellows - <br />tomorrow life shall be renewed<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-renewed/
