The cold wind whispers warning to you,
as she guides you out your door,
when her dark hair wraps around you,
you wont be frightened anymore.
Then she lifts your soul up,
through her heart into her lungs,
her voice be both your strength,
on your heart strings it strums.
So honey listen as she sing away our fears,
like we used to whistle past the graveyard,
theres only us now & the night & the stars.

Comments
WillSimpson | July 1, 2010 - 02:18
7th line down, strength
Kahdai | July 1, 2010 - 19:17
thanks Will
Beeme | July 9, 2010 - 08:17
I really love this poem kandai, the last stanza is my favourite, some beautiful images here. Well done :) Beeme xx
Kahdai | July 9, 2010 - 11:26
Yay, thanks for reading Beeme :) ! xx