Thursday, October 6, 2011

untitled


There was a dream
I once had
It was vibrant
Your poet lips
Had told me
“The wind whisperer
Has come”

You are a moon beam
I am the dew on the ground
You call things to light
While I shine like diamonds
A false glisten
Dry me up
Take me to the sky

We make a good team
If you burn me up
I will understand
If I freeze on you
Turn me into crystal
Call to me
I will come

Block out the harsh sun
I won’t mind
Eternal night
Is our playground
Let me bask in you
And wake up
Never