i feel youre still here perhaps somehow
holding on
as I hold on
to your dark lashes
and drink the salt from your tears
I fall into a
memory and
I
see
the folded shadows turning to dreams
I run back into your eye s lids to sleep
so I can dream inside your eye's
mind
.
2 comments:
and let there be more beautiful dreams...
You have such a good eye for words :-)
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