Thursday, October 4, 2007

Snake

The dream meanders
Like a slow moving snake
Taking in all the dirt, grime and a little bit of sunlight

Take the metro on days like this...
Stay away from the doors, keep
Your eyes firmly on the book
The dream loves to hibernate

The hint on you hair
Is what colours my eyes
The dream lives
Feeding on hope...

Stay,
Stay near me...

1 comment:

Lara Baggins said...

POETRY!!!!!!!!

DELICIOUS! :-)makes me sad sort of

:-()