Monday, 3 March 2008

Dreams of You


Should I let you slide like the summer sun?

Rise into my hands
And settle like dust.
Come together now
I need to believe.
In circles and other shapes.

The see all wires
Disappear.

And all walls
Built
Mended
Broken.

Every myth destroyed.

And time
Fall apart.

I do.

Breathe into me
Your fire.
Slide
Into my cold and catatonic hands.
Shine
Your light down on me.
Treat me lazy.
I need that dream with you again.

2 comments:

manisha said...

the photo goes so well with the poem...
loved both of them so much..

nicy nicy works......

Voodoo Fly said...

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She loves you :|

p.s: creepy pic...nicely done.. :o