she lays
with her
languid
- dreams;
she lays
in drops
of
- dreamscape;
somewhere -
where
her life
lingers;
she stands
still
like a
ghost;
her light
from her
breath;
her kiss;
from the
kiss of the rose;
in one hour - she
shouldn't love the rose;
up against
the loft of stardom;
a fragile friend
- a silk
clouded
stain;
she lays
and
she still
loves the red.
sitting in the
distance too
weak to remember;
till one
December,
a rose opens
in her hand.
copyrighted 2006
