Sunday, February 24, 2013

Sleepy Time Reveries

Serpent crystals weaving trees
picking up where we left off
at last page of my journal.
If we finished the story,
lets begin our own
in secrecy inside a paradise.
Do you ever peer through a keyhole
and wonder what mechanisms keep the unwanted out?
The keyhole is a paradise
that only you and I live in.
We are lock-picker protected.
Come and enjoy all the sun
and play the mandolin for me.

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