My little man is asleep... dreamin what little boys dream in the peace and safety of their beds
I should be sleepin too - or cleanin
Instead here I am writin again, an rememberin a time...
Before sleepless nights, Magick yellow buses... and bein held by loving little arms
who are holdin on so tightly to their whole world.
It's cool change today, a reprieve from the oppressive city heat we been feelin
One of those empty, quiet days that can swallow you whole
Until night falls, and you wonder what kind of spell you've been under
that you could dream away your time so
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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