Signal

Signal me when the fairies come
Fluttering wings of simple spirits
Speak to me of pasts undone
The world I know and all those in it
Travel back and then fast forward
Color spills from out the sky
Rains down upon my naked eye
Dreams become real time flows by

0 comments:

Post a Comment

Search This Blog

Labels

About

Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.