Borderline`s Crossing... Poem by Inner Whispers

(Tuesday, December 16,2008)

3: 30 early morning, of this circling time,
Running from the ghost town, she found herself;
Near a darkest brook, layin' at a borderline.
Her throat been dried, moistened her lips;

Wondering if she'll continue crossing,
That borderline of broken dreams.

She heard a crow's cry, from the tree nearby,
Seems giving her message to pass by;
For storm will follow her, never leave her ever.
The crow circled, eyes fiercely said,

'Run, run, never look back, hon';
But the stream is rushing in wild electricity,
Can she cross from it, her heart refused.

A shot is heard from nowhere,
The crow laid lifeless on the ground landed;
There she knows, storm followed her,
At the borderline crossing, boulevard of broken dreams!