Rule Out Dreams

A white flag

Torn and make up with mud

Playing, and swaying

While betraying a dim sigh . . .

 

Our chins may need to up

Just to wait and watch

How hope twinkles

During that December nights.

 

Tease each other

And cling the Earth; lovingly

We recite dream planets so far

To scare away our fear.

 

Wings will never listen

to law of the wind,

Way too left and Way too right;

Lets choose lane of flight, yet together . . .

 

BS

21:19

7 January 2010