Friday, November 9, 2007

Ephemeral phrase

Living an eternal wait, destination is somewhere
Awaiting my moment to wander off…away
Of stars and meadows, of woods and smell of earth
Within concrete confinements I dream of open spaces

Bright eyes. Wordless smile. Aging beauty.
Broken tracks, parched grounds, I walk along barbed wires

My aura is Purple
I live in the bubble of lucid dreams..

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this too... hurts