23 July 2012

I rummage on through this life until I reach a past, Three bottles down and this next one might last.

I blackout.

Waking in the bathroom that echoes my concerns, I remember nothing but some lessons could be learnt.

I steady my ship that sways me on my feet, Removing the toxins as my spinning head rests upon the toilet seat

I pass out.

Waking beside a creature that writhes around and groans, My nostalgia fills the empty spaces that my heart has outgrown.

I try in vain to rest my thoughts of historic nights I roamed, Wandering in confusion on the front line as a warrior unknown

A dream.

I turn from the wall and look at her face Her natural beauty assures me she's an angel from a different place I smile inwardly to myself with love Resting my eyes I dream of two white doves.

smellyfingersI'll Drink To That Two • Opuss № I