a tiny fairytale book
a tiny fairytale book
in my hands
i open it and there’s my heart
in every sweet word
i taste
the bitter
like sugar oatmeal fills each buds of
my tongue
as a wicked lover magically comes out
of a tiny fairytale book
he stood, looking at me
with a nymph in his hand
i froze
with the chills running
through my fingers
and hardly breathe
i didn’t know that book
is magic
powerful
i sit still
slowly moving
my hand to turn
the page
suddenly
there is a huge baby pink rose comes growing and growing
out of my book
up to break the big hole of my bedroom ceiling
the wicked lover begin to climb and climb
all the way to the full moon
as i watch him sitting
with his nymph
they were soul mates
yet i look at that tiny fairytale book
i turned the very last page
a words of a poetic butterfly flew out
and dances around me
peacefully grooving
when i fell asleep…….
morning came
and it awakes me
the sun in my eyes
i am fully alive
searching for that wicked lover
and his nymph
that huge baby pink rose
that lovely poetic butterfly
i look up
at the ceiling
no big hole
there is no sign of
a tiny fairytale book
either
it was just a dream
all in my head
but it seems so real
the wicked lover
the pretty nymph
they seems very real
oh well….
6 comments:
This is magical, Kai.
thank you
very nice :)
Magical, Kai. You manage to keep dreams alive in all of us. Thank you for that.
i agree with don on this one
keeping dreams alive
thank you
thank you :)
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