I can hear
the grating sound...
Ugly darkness, wakeful skies,
bone weary heart heavy sighs...
Hand-holding, shin-deep amongst a gathering of...
that were tickled by the night breeze, as though...
Time is ticking by,
yet we still take for granted...
I walk among the angels
Dance upon a dream...
For the atmosphere
has kept away the air...
After sunset,
the moon approached the sky...
Floating on a downy cloud
of rainbow coloured dreams...
I wake up within yellow bars, bones
yellowed like newspapers in sunlight, dreams...
Sometimes breathing is
difficult when my lungs...
Magnolia Dreams
out in the field on top of a hill...
If you really knew me you'd know how much I hurt...
If you really knew me you'd know I use to be shy...