Monday, June 3, 2013

Out of place in the waking world

I wish for eternity and solitude,
ache for sleep,
for the world to sleep.
The chords only fit my song
when thunderstorms beat at my door.
I want to fall into dream.
An eerie, rainy, dark trip,
the warm air saturated with humid love.
I want to pull others in with me,
reside there permanently and
never speak aloud again.