velvet wrapped memories kept out of sight promises and hopes, wrapped in cream sunset cellophane poems and letters with words that just seemed right without a second thought the whispered precious few moments when we dreamed happy of waking up
My clockwork dream it starts tonight Its blurred edges just out of sight sepia toned and gilt engraved long forgotten and dust framed. A patchwork past hung on the wall faded out of sight for all take it down and
so they asked me why i didn’t write anymore,and i said my words have dried.but then i thought i should write a versefor it’s been a while since i’ve tried. i stretched my imagination all through my mindfor the perfect
light a candle for me,for i am lost,past roads that i’ve walkedand oceans i crossed,past sighing forests and leafy gladesand trees covered by frost. say a prayer for me,for i’ve gone astray,looking for dreams in hopes,for the colour of night
