Wild tongues burn through my dreams as they lift
and echo throughout my day.
Bring powers and hopes of new beginnings
as whispers show me the way.
I’m drowning, grasping at every straw,
praying I’m nearer the end than before.
A poorly made vessel of mortal clay,
for an eternity’s sleep I will always pray!
To dream – again! – perhaps of stolen youth?
Of health, of friendship and eternal truth.
Haven’t done one of these in forever and had forgotten how much fun it is. The words of Today’s Sunday Whirl, Wordle 204 were: through, an, burns, wild, tongues, dream, powers, beginnings, end, stolen and sleep. This is what I came up with. Just another ten days to NaPoWriMo 2015 and I hope you enjoyed!