Nocturnal wonderland

My mind is never void of thoughts

As thoughts litter its hallways with screaming and howling

Thoughts of you

Thoughts of me

Thoughts of us

Thoughts of our dream and how it will cease to be just a dream

The dream of waking up to the singing of birds at dawn and us

How we make such a simple word taboo,us

This thing called love and its mischief

Hiding behind trees like the moon that stalks my car at night

A careless child free of prejudice

We have eaten its food and a wash of hands won’t remove the particles of food trapped under the finger nails now

Clearly its mission is accomplished

As your laughter has become my music

And my kisses your ticket to places dreams are made of.


One response to this post.

  1. šŸ™‚
    It will be.


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