where the wild flowers grow
Sitting in my dark room,
smelling sweet perfume..
on which window I should stare out of.
Which star should I wish upon..
I was hardly aware
of the way you stared quite
measured the proper distance between
PErfectly proportioned your fingers
to comb the surface for treasures
that may have lingered from my mind..
I see my breath rise in the air
was it ever really this cold?
Snow falls gently and
the smell of ice
mixes with the indescribable
of your smell that
crumbles on my pillows ..
Which in turn
make me dream of you every night..
in this dark bedroom,
i am starving for light.