03-10-2010, 08:36 AM
Light pierced
my shuttered eyes.
Hyperopic images
of laced curtain
danced with the breeze,
like the last moments of her
on a fabricated meadow
of sleep.
Her Plumeria aroma
lingered,
but the reek
of drooled pillow
insisted it was morning
and I was late for class.
I told teacher
that Morpheus was a girl
playing pranks
to keep boys like me
asleep.
She laughed.
I was only nine.
my shuttered eyes.
Hyperopic images
of laced curtain
danced with the breeze,
like the last moments of her
on a fabricated meadow
of sleep.
Her Plumeria aroma
lingered,
but the reek
of drooled pillow
insisted it was morning
and I was late for class.
I told teacher
that Morpheus was a girl
playing pranks
to keep boys like me
asleep.
She laughed.
I was only nine.