Subtle
Tornertem
Little dreams,
scent of rose,
sweet opiate hope,
glowing stars.
(I dream little dreams, taking in the soft scent of rose, the sweet opiate hope, until I awake to glowing stars.)
lights shining,
the looking glass,
silhouettes cool,
so subtle.
(With lights shining so bright and harsh, I avoid letting my eyes settle on the looking glass, yet there within are silhouettes cool, and I am struck once more by how the world can have things so subtle.)
Comments