Poetry:

Sleeping Hearts

My heart is cold
It burns with desire, missed memories, and forlorn
My dreams take no breaths
And the Smile of warmth is only a floating face in memories
   Of a future found

Sound is impossible and the voice of empty lips permeates
   to depression
Moving, they will never make tangible, my lost Love

A face of smiles and an image of tears
   Imagined lies
The Glare reflects in distant eyes and a disdainful blanket
   Of words gone and faked

All futile, I lay in a bed
   Made of hopeful despair.

Don’t let them tell you dreams are real.
Orange tears and a darken friend
   Surrounded in self-serving morning...
My resonance:

Future’s memories have left.
Your meaning and love will only let you alone
To wish for the silent destruction, of something beautiful

’02
Thomas McDonley