Us

We could fall asleep,
amongst the stars,
amidst the buzz,
of dreams where we,
could be just anything.

Playing empty car park pianos,
singing all the songs we seek,
smiling through our naked eyes,
for the dreams where we don't sleep.

Paint a picture of your dreams,
the colours don't quite fit...

Wrap your wings around me firefly,
dance away this habitual instinct,
you could make this wreck a work of art.




Posted 11/09/2011 22:12
These poems are my own original work, this is the first time I have publicly shown them and I would prefer if people respected the time, effort and the emotional value rooted in my work by not claiming it as there own or posting it without prior permission.