Wash Me Clean
The nightmares are in tatters
Wisps upon a desolate breeze
To lie scattered on this ravaged landscape
The demons sleep asunder
No threat to sleeping wakefulness
They have settled on the shards
Of a forgotten little girl
Surreptitious shadows haunt my waking state
Their leering faces seek me out
They sneer and drool their filth at me
Poison words of false love and passion
Deluded dreams and twisted lust
They are but a grim reminder
Of a past I laid to rest
Wash me clean
With the radiant colours of your love
Wrap me in your gossamer cocoon
You fill me with a love that is pure
My heart rejoices while you caress my soul
You are the rainbow I have been searching for
© 2000 Yola Orlowska
