In an unpredictable sanctuary
Lies the white curtain
Dancing in the cool midnight breeze
Twigs and branches outside filled with envy.
Maybe the flowing eerie thing cares
Constantly, I admired its transparent feature
I thought of it and wonder
Why be trapped in this endless mysteriousness.
Maybe it is heartless
Cant feel because I’m not allowed touch
But the air around us can do so
It has a gentle strength, I am tempted to reach.
The ghostly gracious movements
Collide with its shiny gentle cottony presence
Like a gentle memory
Keeping up with the winds changing course.
Its more than an illusion
With the current, twisted it can be violent
Yet fetching hope in its swirling freedom
Magical, with me in every sleep.
Copyright 2009 Micgui
ei, long time.
Comment by super-b — October 16, 2009 @ 5:01 am