25 June 2010

one hundred-thirty.

where we lay.

there's a deep connection
in the line of reflections
that brought me to you.

as if i had been starring in a mirror
of glitter shaped by you - formed for you
to see me in a place i'd never be.

you dripped down the glass slowly
i tried to catch you because you hold value.
like the wind, i reached out to catch you -

but i couldn't ... and you continued to drip.
drip. drip. you slipped into a dream last night
and you were connected to me last night.

like the heavy ripples in the waves, i crashed
up against you - my silhouette crashed up
against you to convince you that. we are connected.

through the line of reflections. that brought me. to you.