I sit on the steps of my air castle Drink espresso black... Putting my taste buds to test My lips I lick... With the computer on my lap-- Quietly I wonder: Into your dreams I click.
Some words and the voices In the dark echo back. Just like on a white canvas A red heart-- You add color to my life, Know how to love me; I am your skyynite!
Heavens possess this crying tool-- Thirst quenching liquid I call it water, You call it rain. In a heavy outpour It's coming down like a melody, A beautiful refrain.
You are more than an illusion, Or a dream, I could not depart from. Since you are traveling again I had to tell you fast How glad I am You too became a dreamer At last.
About us, I won't tell anyone Our secret is in a folder Marked 'delete not...' It will be well kept. Between the pages love is hiding No one will ever know It's depth.
If you find a new horizon To keep company with, And it's not the same shade As mine, When the voices in the dark Again become crystal clear Just click: 'I am online.'
© skyyberry, 2009-08-18
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