Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Fuzz


Dreams are the part of us.
We need the white, the deep.
Everlasting until....
Ever is the last thing remembered.
Trailing in your wake,
Dreaming lends a new soul.
The mist in your eyes is.

2 comments:

Jeff said...

A natural-born poet, I think . . .

Shoshona said...

:)
Not as good as your poems, though.