Wednesday, November 19, 2014


I catch the sun light in a rusted window 
Warm embrace in this cold room 
Always raining inside 

Lying on the ground watching clouds pass by , 
I grasp the warm buttons of your smile 
Wrap it around me like a lost photograph found over and over again 

As the light passes , I beg her hero to come home . But these pictures are black 
And white . 

Waiting by the window 
To catch her sun