Release Your Dreamsby Chloe RichmondOnce upon a moonbeamwhere dreams are madeand bright stars gleamthink about lifeand what it means,evidently not always what it seemsQuit focusing...
Never called nobody father
When you left
you took God with you
Never met no preacher
who wasn?t tryin? to reach her
takin? your sin home with him
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right...
"the incomplete poem"
red fragments of plastic litter the
sandy soil at my feet
i gather them with one at a time
while my soul searches for a song to impart
my pen grows strange...
Some things are meant to stay hidden,
But for some the words will come unbidden
However like a song unsung,
The words to this poem are on the tip of my tongue.