BlueCarrisole

Sit with me inside my mind


Look into my fears


My dreams and secrets I don’t share.
 


Glare at the stars with me


All the small things that run by


The moments I hold


And the feelings locked inside


Read into the wishes, hopeless fantasies


And the myths that I write


Stare into the mountains


Into the mist beneath them


There are phrases that fall over like snow


A braid of something cold.



Sit with me, in my own serene dejection


Where irony lingers and ridicule blooms


Once or twice,
Every full moon.


 
©blue carrisole