Sunday, November 22, 2009

When Light Floods The Room

When light floods the room,
lying in my ocean of ruffled bedding,
still floating, the mind scrambled,
wings of the eyes beat for the horizon,
bound off dreamy clouds
congregated from last night's tears,
aches sweetly for the room to pass
back to familiar places
so dip into darkness
to forget I live or am asleep.

Have I missed the beauty of the morn?

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