The Star Of Sorrow Poem by Louis Borgo

If dreams plague a man how would a man know he

Has won I say on to the victor I'm never let go

Hands to the freshest sense morning of bridge have we close the gap or

To far away to cast a word or a silly stone word move to patterns to close to
passion

Absence over thrive plays no patterns unto onto love

Can I be dreaming out loud

Vision of thunder without rain crushing on melting ice if it is all to good well to
happy oh well

Is all right to cry out the weather forecast never looking better
Once more

Absence over thrive plays no patterns unto onto love

Can I be dreaming out loud

Is it time for work again or am dreaming out loud or

Is it that good of love who said

Misery loves company oh well.