Monday, April 19, 2010

lullaby; raspy and amatuerish

it's a song i haven't heard before,
it's a voice new to my door.

the door creaks,
my heart whistles,
this melody runs like butter,

a girl dances through the windpipe of night

sends me into raspy, amatuerish sleep.
i dream with glee, i dream of she.

she - who?
can you really miss the elephant in the room?

1 comment:

  1. How one increasingly strives to find new corners and unheard melodies.

    Shuma re shuma!