Oblivion

Thursday, September 18, 2008
oblivion

Haunting hues of powder green
trickle down and kiss my forehead,
we walk through the honey glow of of what could be.
how is it
that you twirl the moonbeams through your fingers?
Show me, and I'll teach you how dance away the sun.
how is it
that you while away your time with wooden beads,
and sit among the spoiling roses?
Roses thorns might make for close embrace,
but starlight warmth is where I call home...
dont let my hungry smoke and flames
blind you
from where you're meant to be