I dream of Glasgow’s neon glow,
Of splashing lights on trees and snow.
I dream of Stockholm’s wintry air,
The way its snowflakes kiss your hair.
I dream of dinners at Amsterdam:
A glass of Shiraz, some prosciutto ham.
I dream of places, somewhere far
Where sunlight’s kept inside a jar.
Where nights are long and winters reign,
And the cold, cold silence speaks your name.
Speaks your name.
Your name.
Your
Name.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
I dream of Glasgow’s neon glow,
Of splashing lights on trees and snow.
I dream of Stockholm’s wintry air,
The way its snowflakes kiss your hair.
I dream of dinners at Amsterdam:
A glass of Shiraz, some prosciutto ham.
I dream of places, somewhere far
Where sunlight’s kept inside a jar.
Where nights are long and winters reign,
And the cold, cold silence speaks your name.
Speaks your name.
Your name.
Your
Name.
