Monday, 23 May 2011

Night Dances

As moonlight saunters down my window pane
I sleep, I dream, I fall insane.
As dust does dance across my face
I dream of beauty and unnatural grace.
As my book hangs from my fingertips
My eyes are blinded from my waltzing lips,
As they speak of love and fright,
He takes up my solitary sight.
As starlight skips over my hiding eyes
I have faith in my own lies,
And as the sun dares peak over my windowsill
Know that I will dream of him still.
 
23rd April 2009

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