The Rascal's blog: "poems"

Misty Morning,

Woken dreams,

Catching glimpses through the haze of the willow trees.

Crisp white crunches underfoot,

midnight waters wain.

all dreams i had,

now you fade,

your smell,

your sentiment,

that was once my life,

times again,

laughing through tears,

crying in vain,

you left,

i survived,

it wont happen again.