Wednesday, March 31, 2010

week thirteen

there is a faraway place...
its touch is as a frostbitten dream.
within it
i see the tips of tulips,
blue with ice
a memory of a forgotten spring.
calm, serene, undisturbed
like the quiet under the water.
you were there with me once
and the touch of your hand felt like fire
against my cool skin
i have never forgotten...
in this perfectly imperfect world
there are only dreams.

1 comment:

danilouwho said...

wow, wow, wow. this is delicious - so captivating!