Monday, June 15, 2015

Possibility

Across a broken sky 
Masked in umbrellas 

Lost in a maze - 
Pictures hang on walls 
Losing there gaze 

I search for windows 
It's raining ...... 

Find me here 
In this place 
Where trains they come 
And 
Go 

Where no one can hear me 
Run your fingers across my Braille 

I will watch behind your eyes 
As you keep my heart beating 

Suddenly I can't breathe