November 20, 2008

Moody Blues



If a raindrop could trickle
inside your mind so fickle,
your eyes would roll
around the pole,
to give it some direction
perhaps caring love and affection,
or cool like mint,
subtle - get the hint ?
run with the little drop,
just flow dont stop,
blocked by a thought,
of the battles fought,
distanced by forks,
and the flying storks,
gliding and floating,
but still look for that fleeting feeling..



Sands of time

The scorching sun follows me Hot dunes burn my feet I know you are waiting for me As I leave the last oasis. A grain of sand tears my skin T...