Sunday, August 9, 2015

the heart wants to float far away to where nobody knows.

sinking beneath the canopy, my head
on a pillow, pillow

on a bed, okay with having four walls around me,
a roof over my head,

but too windows-
make up my mind, make my bed, it's

telling me to, so that i may rest. because
in dreams
i can be reminded that inside of me

remains vitality- there is my true love, walking
into me.

where is the great pain?