A Smile Escapes, Because My Closet Holds No Bones., by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Solitary field of innocence
Playful breeze passing through the hair of a solid dreamer
Eyes a light with worlds so far away 
Draped in flowing fabrics of white
Nearly clothed in wedding dress
The ends long eaten by black smoke 
Waking you from caravans and mystique 
A simple butterfly to grace your cheek 
The simplicity of joys
All is well again
Posted: 2007-05-12 17:25:19 UTC

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2005-10-14 21:29:07waterlily
lol at the title..."sounds as if you are nearlee purrfect like mary poppins or something"...a solid dreamer? that seams different to my ears...nearlee clothed in wedding d ress? dire us? duress? lol..i love caravans and mystique i must say...and butterflies as well...in many places your poem is swell...

2006-10-06 16:04:32lost the lonely dead
*snickers softly* such a picture of you two