I can h ea r
a dream,
( ( (vibrating) ) )
through my third e y e
echoes dan c e
from the walls,
a l i g h t passes
through the prism
that encases--
the heart.
\i|o|u/
he tells me
yet I expect nothing.
more of the same patterns
Every thing is
a good omen,
so whispers the air
outside a bar of Narnia.
The banana bread beer flows
through
our glasses like an amber
whirlpool tsunami glistening in the afternoon light.
a pleased smile rests on a face,
comfort,
relaxation and a
full mind.
Deep sleep
for a while.
Contentment is exhaled.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
I can h ea r
a dream,
( ( (vibrating) ) )
through my third e y e
echoes dan c e
from the walls,
a l i g h t passes
through the prism
that encases--
the heart.
\i|o|u/
he tells me
yet I expect nothing.
more of the same patterns
Every thing is
a good omen,
so whispers the air
outside a bar of Narnia.
The banana bread beer flows
through
our glasses like an amber
whirlpool tsunami glistening in the afternoon light.
a pleased smile rests on a face,
comfort,
relaxation and a
full mind.
Deep sleep
for a while.
Contentment is exhaled.
