on an evening
when the skies
broke down
so i could
go down on my knees,
you became my umbrella
night came in purple drops
that have become
patches under our eyes
we sought each others' hands
like only women do
when they need reassurance
maybe the memory of it
finally put me to sleep
when the skies
broke down
so i could
go down on my knees,
you became my umbrella
night came in purple drops
that have become
patches under our eyes
we sought each others' hands
like only women do
when they need reassurance
maybe the memory of it
finally put me to sleep
:(
ReplyDeleteuff...sadness.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
ReplyDeleteDon't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
well its by Rumi : )