Subtle

Day 711, 22:24 Published in USA USA by 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.)