söndag 15 februari 2009

winterson























Your lips are moving, what is it you say?
Your lips are moving over mine, what is it?
I will set you in the sky and name you.
I will hide you in the earth like treasure.

Snow is covering us.
Close your eyes and sleep.
Close your eyes and dream.
This is one story.
There will be another.

1 kommentar:

Laura sa...

Det bästa jag fick med mig från Marstrand.