Jun 14, 2009 01:12
without my love for you there is room to touch
what I am
in this white haze
what is this I dreamt I kissed you twice soft electric touch mystery
you stepped back
didn't mind but didn't feel oh
facade of my imagination I fall into deep autumn with goddess
in the stars in her eyes
a delicate river to revel in I must be the fire I see
burning down trees in unison and unicorns dance
into the white haze you might not want to touch me there until