Wednesday, June 10, 2009

~Electric Dreams~

Sleep between the covers lay
eyes still open - head at bay
my sullen thoughts - the days conversations
brought to my head - much commiseration

We sat front row all clothed in black
kohl eyes, lace gloves
even some wore hats

My dream filtered through the breeze of the day
Whose chair did we miss? Did someone not stay?
My sight was hit by the smell of red roses
all but one crying - who did not stay over?

I chased my dream - bring me back to my room
for the dark angels face i would not assume
a shock of death woke up my soul
for in reality - your wake up call - is home.

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