Written in the Color of My Love

By LaBruyere in fixedform on

Blackest ink, the color of my love, Has carved the snowy footsteps in the night; Compelled to venture where the land grows rough And wrapped in breathlessness like candlelight, Composing notes you may find good enough. Be carved in snowy footsteps of the night And melting snow. With ink as…

Drink of Words

By LaBruyere in end on

I came at last to journey's end. I bled out words with deeper pain Than ever I conceived of. Then They asked still more of me again; I look to freedom 'round the bend. I bled out words of deeper pain And I denied no mark of…