October 7, 2009

Dream


They started with sun coloring the sky,
chirped along with the birds disclosures
embraced each other
as cold winter breeze wraps a lone soldier
blossomed, as yellow does in suns warmth,
in warm comforting words ,
silence that fell, fell as leaves twirl in autumnal fall,
lives blended as dusky sky melts with the sinking fire ball
in darkened space they spoke with their lips locked
and locked together they dreamt of each other
only to wake to the jingling noise
they trade their dream for fame

1 comment:

  1. "only to wake to the jingling noise
    they trade their dream for fame"...nice and sadly true :(

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