Smoke rises from a distant rooftop
And with it goes my thoughts,
Out into the night and into the stars,
Into the great nothingness
I can’t help but spend my waking hours
Growing more and more in love with.
I look through the window
And behind my eyes
There’s working subtle magic,
Leading me to bed and into invisible arms.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment