Briana

Dreamy lines won't hurt, enough to crack, into my golden world, silken tents thrown, never collapse, held fast by stones, plates sometimes hurled, whatever holds us back, smiles at cigarette curl, my mind is full blown, other don't always last, consider my lovely home, who can be perturbed, how much love has passed, find ideas well turned, joy is a constant hope, make life hold me fast, before the gentle slope, scribes write or burn, set upon their path, turn my flame up high, let me feel the blast.