When the nights are cold
distant, and unconcerned.
We walk the painted streets
of the pictures on the wall
In someone else`s vision
we guide our colourless
ageing memories
through the playful brushstrokes
of endless fancy
Past the threshold
and into the picture perfect
Limitless skies
distant, and unconcerned.
We walk the painted streets
of the pictures on the wall
In someone else`s vision
we guide our colourless
ageing memories
through the playful brushstrokes
of endless fancy
Past the threshold
and into the picture perfect
Limitless skies
© Carla, 2011
