• Through the blinds the sky slips through.
    Past my window into my room.
    Toxic green to dreamy pale,
    the morning tiptoes through melting hail.

    My ceiling fades and fills with clouds.
    I listen........


    Have I seen you before in a blueprint wooden house?
    Sitting crossed legged in a corner, with a twist to your mouth?

    I remember now, how I swam through a sea of dark dreams.
    Under the care of your liquid black eyes as they whispered over me.