May 25, 2015 § Leave a comment
If you don’t know where to start
you can always start at the sky:
“The sky is white today, no signs,
the birds lose their way.”
Then take a dive down with the birds
and find this bed you’re lying
the rusty keys to your thoughts
the forgotten tides of your heart.
Uncomfortable beds where
leftovers of dreams get rotten.
Now open a window, dreamer,
and throw the dead bodies out.