Last Hour Before Dawn by Wes Thompson

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Last Hour Before Dawn

If life was lived
Would hearts tear tattered sleeve?
If life was loved
Would I kill to be free?
We may walk in our sleep
Wide awake while we dream
In chains we may fly
Unpleased we all die
The ghosts that we keep
I hold my breath as we pass
Cross your heart on my name
Break the face in the glass
Sleep well one more night
Scolding sun has yet to break
Broken stars who bleed light
For love is alive
Will you run for your life?
I'd chase such flickering wings
My butterfly wife
You may wake not tomorrow
Tonight our lips sway the breeze
That blows on right through us
Like empty branches on trees

Wes Thompson

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Preeti - is here! (4/10/2007 10:05:00 PM)
This is just wonderful!
Very lovey-dovey and a perfect penning!

Tara Sloblock (4/1/2007 1:45:00 AM)
The provoking pen of a Romantic, I see. Top notch. t x

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Wes Thompson ( Columbus, Ohio)