Thursday, February 24, 2011

Each night, I drive alone,
through the dead streets,
and the living neon,

I see a troop of dancing lights
singing songs of uncomplished love and life

and to subside my pain of loss
i close my eyes to imagine a place

where my thoughts are smoke
and my mystery is you.


ßlΔcĸ ƒıre said...

Nice, short poem :)

L u D a said...

Thank you :) you havent been blogging much. Why?