A Poem

...which I wrote.


Somnambulism

Let me set the scene for you.

It is morning and you climb out of bed
and slip on your cold dress.
It is still dark outside and you aren’t sure
if any of this is real.

The world appears in shades of gray.

The landscape is uninspiring.
It requires rearrangement so that its image
will appear differently.

Suddenly the sky explodes with purple;
the rest of the world awakens.

Bombay Bicycle Club - Evening/Morning

Spring Wishlist

It's a bit extensive, but I suppose that's why it's a wishlist...

"Midnight City"