voices from the t.v.
are now sermons in my head
a light from the corner
is a sun turning red
the clouds on my ceiling
pass the stars on my wall
while a breeze through my window
bend the trees on my door
and the crumbs on my carpet
turn to sand on the shore
dream on dreamer…
until you dream no more
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Dream Junkie
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