Monday, October 5, 2009
Inside pages, under footsteps, without calling card.
Because of bathtubs, and candles and the bear.
For wanting, or For-getting or For-having.
Enclosed in envelopes, to keep, to touch a lot.
Breaking from tree, that had to let go of its twig.
Giving, clouds transfer thoughts via nations.
Growing out of tears, dropped carelessly on night stand.
Sprouting colors, turn to words, blossom dreams.
Sharing, there is nothing more to do now.