Dead man's grey dream

A Flickering candle light waiting for us to dive in before it dies. To show her how we ride and slide, under our dreams where we live forever as a child with crackers in hand and a butterfly queen, knowing it all comes back to us in tunes we hum and seep in to the sands resting on our bones to take us with the flock of birds above the trees,into the breeze across the clock down the magic lane half-past seven.

Now when we see our face in a gloomy grace of the misty green stones of December, we fade in to see the love we made and time we played in the colored space.

I forgot things come, to go back and until she knocked on my head, to breath in the fear I took the dream of watching my life on a silver screen. That’s when I knew we would all glide around together cause we died and were laid in the ground.

Dead man's grey dream

ramya kapula

Joined September 2008

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Cost of Freedom buried in the ground.

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