Tuesday, October 04, 2005

the buddha statuette glows in the predawn light
reconciling my dreams and desires
pain is my illusion
alive, i
try to move once again.

forfeit sleep hungers in my bones,
nimble fingers reach for the snooze
and a small itch on my foot grows
these eyes don't want to open.

and thoughts of you make me smile,
make this body want to sleep
cause this mind to long for dreams
of you alone.

but you're not here, but will you ever be?
does this desire mean more?
i wish buddha would speak up
because i can't read minds.

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