// Half-emptied glasses clutter the edge
Of the dining room table.
// We keep the cold overhead turned off,
Except when the sun rises on nights where
We don't believe we dreamed.
Today we point the piano lamp toward the wall
And watch its glow bounce softly into the crevices
Which window light can never reach
This hour of the early afternoon.
// PASEUR BLAUE //
There are some days which
pass by my window without a word
and that is when i come here.
contact me:
jkibler814@gmail.com
@cowboypunkrock