Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Strangely beautiful

My dreams are
Fragments of your paintings.

Come with me, 
It looks so strangely beautiful,
Your land, I follow the trail
To your bridge and know
The skywalk has been abandoned,

I may not go there.

What do you want me to see?
Ivy in your hair. Do we need to fill
Each other’s cup? When you captured

The sun in my eyes, I knew you

Were fighting while
I stood in flames.