Tuesday, March 2, 2010


In this purgatory I here sit
Writing down my muse
Don't stop to ponder lessons spent
Dreaming of beautiful hues
Ones of yellow so warm
Like the bright burning star above
To blues and greens
That make the vast salty sea
And the mysterious forest canopy
But the class bell sounds my wake up call
And reality like lightning strikes
The blur of faces passing by
As I make my way through the crowd
To drift off with my dreams again.

1 comment:

  1. How curious! Loved it! It's very well put together, and worded uniquely... =)