Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, June 11, 2007

Contact

I’m making contact from you to me,
every little smile creates a new dream.

No hiding what’s on the inside, the
sparkles from my heart shines through
my eyes.

Little tell signs everywhere, stepping
to magic in the outer hemisphere.

Zap went the energy that makes lovers
melt, zing to the moment that your
spirit I felt.

I’m making contact from you to me,
every little smile creates a new dream.

1 comment:

un dress said...

need to remember ... every little smile makes a new dream ...

beijO.rachel