Friday, March 30, 2012

The Place of dreams

I've been missing a place, and it's forever loyal aromas, I remember the peacocks on the front lawn, hiding , playing , flying and pecking at the ground, I miss them, the ancient paintings, the smell of smoke throughout the rooms, packs of cigarettes and cases of wines, poetry in the air, I miss the thoughts exchanged with him and her, on the side porch, And the times when she will pull in the driveway, lock up the gates, When she'd walk through the doors, when I awkwardly fell in love, and I know there is no explanation needed, for it's not a love of lust, it's more like knowing in those moments, that remembering them will feel, just as intense and comfortable, as our time spent was, your influence... purple dreams floating in my mind.