Friday, June 3, 2011

Li'l green

ive just fallen
to the bed asleep,
a dream sparks in
my asleep mind,
flares, and turns into
your face, angel green,
mixes fiery yellows and
purples, gold streaks
into crimson, pinnions
that float to the wind´s
tune and behave with
a single-mindedness of
purpose and form.  Your face
becomes my dream again,
as alive as my soul can make it. 

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