Monday, September 15, 2014

The room.

The house is big with large windows
but the room is mine
the east facing window with a chime keep me company
as the first sunshine falls on my face as I sleep
the blue curtains sooth
the birds that sit on the sill
wake me to dream
of an knowingly unknown world.

The house is big with large windows
but the room is mine.

love and poetry

Between love and poetry
I chose love
But poetry was loyal
so it chose me.