Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Dreams




Hide in the clouds
With the lights half off
Using your headphones
Sound so tough
When walls hold them back
Snatch a quiet hour
A different tack
With no unwelcome eyes
With no unwelcome surprise
A moment as your sleeping self
Hidden in the clouds

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