Part I Softness falling sunny haze Nesting, resting settled in space In these dreams I lie from myself sometimes I hide Sleight of hand, a bit of wit Seems I’ve got myself soon tricked Under covers time is aging Heavy sigh, need to fly. -sk- Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.