Remember we were dreamers, when –
Remember when we dreamed?
I flew so high in melting fire
Soft synapse, sparked and preened.
Remember then the nightmares?
Terror, force and pain?
We breathed so fierce in lung-trapped claws
We never breathed again.
Who were we when in darkened youth
Swells tsunami made of cream?
Death and life rolled into one
Chocolate drowning dream.
+1 Approval of comprehensible poem
ReplyDelete+1 Yay! for Tsunamis made of cream
Welcome to the all-new 2011, the newest year in existence! (so far)
Now marketing time itself,
Regards,
Vark
Vark!!! I'm so glad I scored two points from you.
ReplyDelete"A poem must not mean,
But be." --Ars Poetica
Miss you dude!