Tuesday 15 November 2011

Shadows


Bring it down to my feet,
lift me as I speak,
Hold my glance
Take a chance
and leave.

Little crystals in the air,
Floating ghosts everywhere,
Footprints in the sky,
Only to swell the heart
and die.

Two way streets,
With running trees,
Catch my breath,
Before I leap,
To get cut, scrapped
and weep.