inpired by dreams
i awake
her voice trails off...
seems her memory still washes ashore
on the plain of my mind
i can still feel her taste on my lips
remnants of my dream
can't shake her grip on my mind
or is it my heart.
not really sure which one...
her voice trails off...
seems her memory still washes ashore
on the plain of my mind
i can still feel her taste on my lips
remnants of my dream
can't shake her grip on my mind
or is it my heart.
not really sure which one...
Labels: poems
posted by Santiago at 11:59 AM
1 Comments:
sometimes you can't run fast enough to gather the treasures that wash ashore. By the time you get there the tide has taken them back into the belly of the watery beast called reality.
Post a Comment
<< Home