Dec 15, 2008 23:00
sweet dreams cascade into thoughts of you
like you curls, slow rapids before the fall
the moon as a shimmering crescent in your eye
a glimmer, a twinkle to spy
crest-fallen memories give way to bitter thoughts
the rope strangles, becoming taught
hate swells up but laughter humbles
and for but a lost moment,
here i am again, laying upon some soft cloud
you, day dream, a swift gift