A wet day outside,
And I wanted to go out,
And feel its wetness.
Feel the wind blowing,
And the drops of rain falling,
And make me feel cold.
I lost it again,
All I didn’t really have,
And now it is gone.
The coffee half drunk,
Still at the edge of the stool.
Warm and welcoming.
Tag: falling
Wednesday 27/02/19 Tired
I dream of dreaming,
A dream that will take me far.
And wakes somewhere new.
Maybe I shouldn’t
Close these eyes tonight and dream,
But can it be stopped?
And so, I go slow
And then, fall even slower,
Down, ever deeper.