TMy pocket is full of
cling-film dreams
glued to the window-pane
with sequins and glass beads
I just need some
sunshine through the
rain
Summer feels like such
a long time ago
I hope you know
that the day it snowed
I buried my secrets
in a leather box
to keep them dry
Did you think I would be that shallow
saving hopes for tomorrow
drowning beats in beat-up sorrow
I'm a summer girl at heart,
I need the sun to shine on me
God to shine his light upon me
I’m a winter girl at heart,
I want the clear ice to rise
before me, the path to God’s love
to shadow your goodbyes
Who do you think I could be?
Could I sit in a tree,
and dream treetop dreams
in your memory?
Who do you think I should be?
Should I write stories and
send them to the sky
for you to read to
me?
Who should I be?
Should I just be
me?
1st December 2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem