brianna

i like this picture of her

The angel in my music box
Visited last night--
Kissed my cheek and danced with me
Until the dawning light.

The angel wore a satin gown--
Softly sang to me
Smelled of roses--felt like rain.
I closed my eyes to see.

I must go to my music box
Said she to me at last.
Tomorrow night she'll come again,
But until then--the past.

Travis Shillington
31-10-06

Snapshots from the Olde Country

in the village of epworth

cemetery outside chapel in ewporth

same cemetery...slightly different vantage point

wales and myself got along pretty swell...

Broken lines of silence creep,--
Winding through my head;
Memories and Coffee steep,--
Would to God that I might sleep;
Lose your haunting scent and keep
Redemption in my bed.

Breathing in your toxic spell
May yet murder me;
Burnt cigarettes and Time will tell,--
And the tolling of the bell
Announcing one more soul who fell
Into Eternity.

Travis Shillington
2-8-07