The Contingency Plan

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

Midweek Lullaby

Looking out from tall white windows
Flooded with light
The world seems pure
Clean water
Clean air
And the sun casting limelight on
Illuminated leaves
Smells of late springtime smiles
Merging with fresh heat
We use to dance here
Stepping to the beat
Of our hearts madly pounding and
The silent symphony of
Our eyes locked and
Intertwined fingers
Our sweet escape
Hidden in woody branches
As raindrops now fall through
Clean water
Clean air
Smells of late springtime showers
Take me dancing again
posted by kazumi at 2:19 pm

0 Comments:

Add a comment