Catching Souls Before They Sleep

It is frail the moment fanning patterned thought of maze to find receptive soul reclined freeing heart gathers darkened silken air her web the bed her lair Sheets of moister glisten lightly on her brow gathers inner being will he teach her how to climb a mountain filled with breath which runs in tears filling thirsty mouths pale her face sleep descends mounting stroking misty eyes stay shut light of soul finely threaded finds it's way to touch last rugged stone a graven image lost inside of me treating picture of your mind tender mercy be so kind to walk as one beside me now. cradled women heaven says just please don't cry