Monday, June 08, 2009

I Don't Remember The Beginning.

I dreamed, about music and moving lights. And words, spoken-half-sung, written on the pavement with a fistful of chalk.
Falling away from the bottom. They asked me to remember, to hold out my mind.
Powdery hands, and soft gray movements. Just keep breathing.
Something secret.
And woke, wishing for yesterday.
I have been half real, all evening. I think I would like to sleep soon.


  1. Sometimes i like it when you are half real. Fae, etheral, seelie, dreamy.....

    But then again, i like you all the time.

  2. I like you all the time too...but especially when you use all my favourite words in an almost sentence. And especially when you say nice things.