TO HIS AWAKENING

the storms brewing ...

do u hear the screens shivering...

anticipation bleeding...

to snooze the time and the forlorn mind...

grooping in the darkness for wats beyond...
yearning to touch n feel the siphoning emptiness...

craving to redefine wat was there, n that is lost...

to learn... to teach - melt the frost and feel ...

to scream n free the mind away from the numbing corpse...

to gather the body limp and cold... to breath in warmth and a part of my soul...

while the storms brewing...

the nites growing... the magic sets in to his awakening