Wednesday, June 24, 2009

DREAMING ME

What is that?

Resting on the right side

Of that gray jungle

That is my being.

The outer reaches of my window

Through which I see

His endless creation.


Is it a memory?

Teasing my imagination

In slumber,

Dreaming me,


Back to when


I was only love

In the hands of my creator?

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