Dragon Well
when shades are only partially drawn
and the grey proceeds without a dawn
it slips its fingers beneath the lids of my eyes
to wake into a day with colorless skies
tired bag of bones i rise
a ghost to the morning in search of tea
somewhere in dream i've left what belonged to me
and a simple smile knows this is good
(funny footnote: the ending is abrupt because i wanted to stop before i ruined this)
and the grey proceeds without a dawn
it slips its fingers beneath the lids of my eyes
to wake into a day with colorless skies
tired bag of bones i rise
a ghost to the morning in search of tea
somewhere in dream i've left what belonged to me
and a simple smile knows this is good
(funny footnote: the ending is abrupt because i wanted to stop before i ruined this)