Pastel sky
And gently beaming
Lights, so far beneath my feet
The blurred lights
Make this feel like a dream
Sit there, eat
Sing aloud
Lie there
Sigh there
Counting stars and counting clouds.
No more than a whisper
And cars outside going by too fast
A softer world for you and I
Audacity to dream that it might last.
Sunday, 8 June 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment