A storm is brewing in the east
and a white bird is flying high,
like the shadow of smoke
from the last fires in the moonlight,
lying crossways over the bed
on her belly in dark *******
whatever she is dreaming
its meaning she keeps to herself.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
A storm is brewing in the east
and a white bird is flying high,
like the shadow of smoke
from the last fires in the moonlight,
lying crossways over the bed
on her belly in dark *******
whatever she is dreaming
its meaning she keeps to herself.
