Cold stone clinging to my skin
water dripping from the cracks within
A ray or two of light falls
illuminating these black walls
I fly freely over the treasure chest
lying on a grass dune, at rest
The shining gold, the sparkling sun
my eyes flicker, seeing none
I fall deep down the circular bricked wall
felt like I tripped, felt I was really tall
Realizing the cushion under my head
I lay at rest, I lay over my bed
-kd
Monday, March 24, 2008
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