Don'Tanswerthewind

Lying on a deep green rug at midnight the wind is howling your name outside but you don't have to answer your obsession wraps the blanket of love tighter around your shoulders and whispers, never mind,look at me. still silence breathes sweet thoughts of yesterday in the park beneath the weeping willow cascading dreams hold you now silver sliding rainbow riding where were you when the sky was so red? ah yes ,weeping your own tears the clock strikes done and still we're not. Bursting singing at the seams I am pregnant with your dreams.