Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Here, behind (II)

i sat there and dreamt last night
hidden beneath the low roof
the sky was dark, and i, unguarded
lay in the wilderness;
breathing in the aura of wind and rain.
the volume swelled, but la isla bonita in my ears
was silenced by words conceived within.
words, like gravity, pulling me down
lined through scars by native tears.

i reached for the morphine, a strand of light.

6 comments:

The Unknowngnome said...

oouuu, the plot thickens. i like!

Larie Writes-Proverbs 27:19 said...

I like how it seems like a cliffhanger!

smooches,
Larie

Karen L said...

catching my breath - tell me more!

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

I may be wrong but it sounds like someone is recovering. -- barbara

Barsha said...

melancholy!!!! but then ....sweetest songs are those that tells of saddest thoughts

Helena White said...

Quite a sad dream...♥ ஆ ~.^