Tonight
T onight I watched the cold winds blow through tattered clouds tinged yellow by the setting sun. Tonight I felt the poetry of life in the wine that ran like blood down my throat. Colors of emotion crossed my tongue and I tasted that pain from so long ago...... Tonight as I turned down my bed's sheets they looked so empty...so perfect.....so alone Tonight you will not be here, but you will be with me in the dreams I will not want to awake from. Sign in to see full entry.