I’m frightened, By what I might say Or do,
In the night and between breaths, My sadness overcomes me, These night mares.
Coming out of my shell, Continuing with the advent Of a broken song, Played backwards, And see how they descend.
See the souls Ascending and descending Through tonight’s darkened dream
[Poetry by Maria Morisot & Artwork by Moan Lisa]
My blog:http://maria.moanlisa.org/
Moan Lisa’s art:http://moanlisa.org/