felt pen stippling © alienredqueen
The Sleeping Flame 5/28/12
You came to me in my dreams last night.
You were just as beautiful as I remember.
I went to your arms with desire in my heart
and doubt in my mind.
But you were diminished somehow,
and your words held no sway.
I was bound by promise to another.
You all come to me in my dreams
To waken dormant parts of me,
sleeping memories,
To tease me with false currents of flame,
and muddy the waters of my heart.
alienredqueen 