"Some people hear voices.. Some see invisible people.. Others have no imagination whatsoever." - Author Unknown.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

This Morning

A cool breeze floats in through my bedroom window
carrying in with it the muted sounds of the traffic and chirping birds
I am straddling a dream
half in
half out
you and I
holding hands
fingers entwined
strolling down Wellesley Road
our destination,
Leven Promenade
gradually the sounds of the traffic are no longer muted grow louder
and our entwined fingers fade away..
... you slip away from me... left behind in my dream
as I am brought back into my empty room
wrapped in the chill of loneliness


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