As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The Dream

I had a dream with you last night.
We were sitting by an indoor swimming pool.
Birds kept flying toward us.
The roof had the texture of a floral painting and the birds had been sketched
into the air.
Neither of us went swimming, but you went into the change rooms but never came out....

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