Tables scattered--
Round illuminated islands.
A snubbed cigarette whispers its last words to the room.
Vanes spinning--
Records circulating air.
Hypnosis settles like a dusting-- coating the mind's past troubles.
Her voice--
Softly traveling in waves.
Weaving a blanket-- alms soothing a once cold vacuum.
I now know bliss.
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
Tables scattered--
Round illuminated islands.
A snubbed cigarette whispers its last words to the room.
Vanes spinning--
Records circulating air.
Hypnosis settles like a dusting-- coating the mind's past troubles.
Her voice--
Softly traveling in waves.
Weaving a blanket-- alms soothing a once cold vacuum.
I now know bliss.
Music-- when my eyes are closed
