Sunday, June 17, 2007

what do I want?

dreams are just dreams, but...
no matter what my brain says
heart says otherwise

1 comment:

Rick said...

A Dream’s Lament

What if a dream fell in love with it's dreamer?

Mixed haiku and cinquains

Still holding petals
A flower out of season
Pleasant mystery.

To understand
Your deepest essence;
Faithful in my attendance
Each night.

Morning sun dispells
Mist clinging to cool water,
Revealing bright lake.

Mocks my existence.
Forgotten by morning; only
A dream.