Elizabeth Ann JohnsonMurphree Poems

Dreaming through the distance misty lives of the unknown; among bellowing clouds where Heavenly bells are heard above laughter silenced long ago, dreaming of yesterday.

Beds of Lotus upon the clouds where I once lay softly, a paradox invading the mind, the spirit a living fire; dreaming of yesterday.
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Once fearless, spirit broken; Innocence no longer understanding the meaning of love. She writes upon an invisible page, the Keepers spewing words of rage. He held all of the treasures, her love he once obtained; he never cared for her or the pain he gave.

Sorrow lingers in the twilight, while the tears of the Angels fall upon the earth, into the sea; remembering the beauty that once was and no longer can be. Quiet falls upon a sparkling shore; dreadful hours gone like a stormy wind in the night, as the Innocence soul takes its flight.
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The smell of your breath
makes me think of decay.
I felt pain on my beat-up
body and the crack of your
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Dying, lying quietly naked
beneath the sun with the
wind caressing your soul.
Ceasing to breath, removing
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In the darkness of humankind's
sorrow the mind's eye begins to
see the weaken spirit; a weeping
brought forward by the beasts of
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