Sunday, April 25, 2010

Fallacies of the night
Shadows closing in slow, time churning outward
Spiral bliss, tonal disarrangements
Awaiting results, your smile.

Somewhere you sit, deep in thought
Won't you call out, so I can come take you home?


2 comments:

Sach! said...

aww..b'ful!!

pure said...

not one for handouts :-P