Friday, January 22, 2010

Fool, said my muse to me
Look in thy heart and write.

I'll make you shiver like cocain
if you ride my soul...

I wish I could travel overground
to where all you hear is water sounds,
lush as the wind upon a tree.

I wish I could travel overground
to where all you hear is water sounds,
to capture and keep inside of me.

(compilation from different authors)