Monday, September 10, 2007
Each snowflake a memory
Seven candles so dimly
Light the room
And the window is wide
The gateway to space.
We slowly talk with our breath
And kiss words like ' the battery stopper '
Time continues to pour and combines
With our dripping imaginations-
We are knee deep in undiscovered colors
And giant fish.
We do not dare speak of the sunrise- for
We enjoy lying to ourselves.
The wind, a force of truth
Gives the flames a quick lick
And we're finally where we should be.