A Little Dream

September 26, 2009

A misunderstood creature of the night

Angel or demon

It sips and stirs your mind

Like a lonely mother's soup

For a wide-eyed Sunday potluck

Endless stories told for

The subconscious soul to hold

For a brief path of time before

Day takes hope away like fire

Burning your soul to

Hide the evidence of which

You can hardly control