colours of the day have been stowed away
they are of no use to me now
its a dark room in a darker house
with me in a corner sitting smug
you are safer when you cant be seen
darkness is friendlier than you think
wonderful thing, i can see those rings
i find my bed i lay me down
a distant blip and not a sound
bright like a star, darkest of the dark
and all whats in between, i feel them seepin' in
wonderful thing, i can see those rings
colours of the day have been stowed away
until tomorrow, if it comes
5 comments:
I love the first two and last two lines.
Beautiful poem as a whole.
thanks :)
Beautifully dark and grassy...weave music around it...it got a Nick Drake kinda feel
Thanks Kabu da...i think ur the right person for that though.. :)
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