Monday, September 6, 2010

Pastel Memories

Sleep in my eyes like pastel colored chalk,
drawing you with my memory,
brilliant colors slide up upon each other,
caressing my fingers as I touch each contour.

Chalk covers my finger tips,
I like the feel of you in each line of my skin.

Only later, blowing the pastels into the wind,
you dance upon eternal ground.

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