Sunday, January 16, 2011

endless hours of wasted moments

my daydream screams bitter 'til the end

sometimes it feels like wings without a bird

my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore

still a little bit of your song in my ear

suspended in your bleak optic white sea

nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

these silent words of conversation

watched the world as it fell past

do you ever wake far from home

the realm of soft delusions

behind lucky door no. 3

dozens of pounds full of heart

when you got a head full of feathers

perfect strangers when we met