Sunday, May 16, 2010

sleep deprived

you can't even see me
but i dream you can read my mind
judging my impure motives
as i jump up and down
at your window

the man in the moon
has left the room
trailing memories
of parallel lives

but it wasn't you
or was it

my Harlequin?


(and now the mystery begins)

1 comment:

Paul said...

Intriguing.