My fantasies about you
end where reality begins.
That is the blue
I am unwilling to step
into. Complacent and
warm on my bed of
daydreams, blanketed
by thoughts, fantasies.
My polished stones
that sparkle like dew drops
on a sun-kissed morning.


 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s