Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Dream Poem

Lizzie and London

Dream in gold, in gold of you,
fly the space of me.
And the glow and the secrets inside,
may be the touch of magic whispers.

The piano plays the soft sweet melody,
the face of you in me.
I cover you with my wings and close my eyes,
dream in gold, in gold of you.

No comments:

Post a Comment