Portraits of the Subconcious
Flowers find their way into restless sleep
Conscious nightmares make for weary dreams
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette
Following the path to find nothing in the end
Reaching the end to find it all starts again
Flowers find their way into restless sleep
Remaining still in order to remain unseen
Shadows hiding what remains to be seen
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette
Falling angels make the best shooting stars
Burning up in the atmosphere in dreamland
Flowers find their way into restless sleep
Bringing back the throbbing on the inside first
Staring blankly into the night sky, she waits
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette
Sometimes the tourniquet don’t really work
Then the dreams seep into the waking mind
Flowers find their way into restless sleep
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2006
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