Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It is not your glow dear lamp of the night,
but your tidal draw upon my mind that keeps me from my rest.
You have made of me a lunatic.
Driven me into the night to howl with the dogs.
The hair upon my neck bristles, sweat drips from my brow.
My breath quickens along with the beat of my heart.
How can you in such beauty deliver so much trouble?

I love the energy of this poem !!!!! I would like to see you folloW it some more it shoWs another side of your spirit one you keep morr to your self . Good morning!