Saturday, June 5, 2010

Understanding the crossroads
closing on in dunes
In the heat of my windows
What caused my will to soar
like an eagle

Pillows warm and yellow
A city of gold
A distance beyond
the crossroads
closing on in dunes
A sleepy corner and some new talk of
A love that soars
in the heat of my windows

She says I met you
Always on crossroads
That she was alive and I waiting
With a torn heart
With a possible " I Love You" in my windows
A lock of you hair is
What caused my will to soar
like an eagle

No comments:

Post a Comment