fallen angels
trapped
between heaven
and
guttersnipe's heels
on
the way to nowhere
and
tomorrow's hopes,
dreams
and fears.
yea, thou I
fly
on fashionable highs
at the end
of this day
I curl around
my solitary pillow
dreams
and leave
deposits of soulful
sorrows, wet
as my promise
that
tomorrow
is a new
day
What are your dreams for a new day? Go mention them to G-Man. He will listen, offer commentary in 55 words, then book! Sorry G, I will have to work on that central plotline, but this is 55 words! 8:01 and posted!