Thursday, November 26, 2009

Two worlds



Midnight is my time to dance


When the breeze is cool


and the constellations chatter in the moonlight,


Slinking along underneath the blue shadows


veiled across the ground like watercolor ashes




In the dark I 'm feeling chocked up in my own skin


So i peel it away and it slides down to my heels


With a little nudge it drops off into the dew dropped grass




Free of restraints, no longer shackled to myself


I dance in to the blue


Singing with the stars and howling at the moon...

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