Sep 2012
there are nights when i drift to sleep
dreaming of things that will never be.
my imagination is colorful; open inside of me.
i see twisted trees and deepening plots;
peaceful seas and dancing pots.
i see us
dreaming of things that will never be.
my imagination is colorful; open inside of me.
i see twisted trees and deepening plots;
peaceful seas and dancing pots.
i see us
not exactly done, i think...but right now i just love where it ends.
