Friday, November 6, 2009

Breathing a Bit More Diffucult than I did a while Ago

Blurs and odd shapes,
Incoherent thoughts
When I am trying to write.

It's glass and fire
Melding, melting my brain--

Dreams of Yellow and Innocence and Blue.

I cannot write now;
"Hush, calm your fingers,
Stop the tiny, tiny clicking of keys.

Dearest Amber, go to sleep,
Perhaps there you will dream of me."

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