what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
9:04:00 PMbop to the top
Monday, March 31, 2008
"You stupid great lump of a girl."
I dream at night of whispered sand,
of camel trains and Samarkand.
"No one will ever hold your hand."
I see visions of ancient halls
where tapestry lovers tryst on walls.
Where passion waits impatiently,
with hasty strides for sight of me.
"You're so lazy!"
I have sailed on a lotus flower,
stolen gold from Persian towers.
"You never do anything"
I have walked in dust on the moon,
drifted on the winds of the world,
and all the while in a chair I'm curled.
-The Secret Life of Plain Jane, by Rae Pater