Last night I dreamed of roughened hands,
And pristine walls with spackled sand,
And feeling less,
But wanting more,
Of windows open,
And a creaking door.
Last night I dreamed of voices mild,
And smiling faces, and laughter loud,
I dreamed of grackles in parkling lots,
Of finding familiar and imagining what.
I dreamed of witchcraft and of lore,
And linen hidden in a dresser drawer.
I dreamed of you,
I dreamed of you,
And all the things I'd like to do.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Last night I dreamed of roughened hands,
And pristine walls with spackled sand,
And feeling less,
But wanting more,
Of windows open,
And a creaking door.
Last night I dreamed of voices mild,
And smiling faces, and laughter loud,
I dreamed of grackles in parkling lots,
Of finding familiar and imagining what.
I dreamed of witchcraft and of lore,
And linen hidden in a dresser drawer.
I dreamed of you,
I dreamed of you,
And all the things I'd like to do.
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