bed desk
i sit
there
& relax my soul
while
poetry is flowing on
thin air
i throw
my words
onto the document
like small rocks
in the river
making into
one delicate poem
that makes everyone
warm & fuzzy
with a heart's
capturing my
poet's voice
so at
my bed desk,
i'm currently
writting myself
into soulful rhythm
of my own poetic thought
like a birdsong music
or a classical crickets
playing along inside my head
absence of beauty
involves the room of
my emotions & fears
the light shines
through every glass of
my window when
i felt burnt all over
my skin &
somehow
i need to stop writing
& drink
~
copyright ©2006 kai croft