Sunday, January 15, 2012

creep into my bedroom soft.
wash upon my walls of hanging treasures in this attic hobby room.
a breeze that dances papers.
awake me slowly, quietly, a tip toe across this creaky old floor.
powder pastel pink. a mess of blush on a bathroom counter.
early morning haze.
say hello in a whisper, brush my hair with your wind fingertips.
call my name crows, brighten my eyes, push away this comforter of clouds.
over these mountains lies escape.

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