| Space Almost Felt Warm |
| I had a dream of you on a shooting star. I'm not sure where it landed, but this I know, the place it was, was the planet I was stranded. Though I seemed to be just a little boy and love was fresh and new and though I was so innocent, I knew I wanted you. I picked you flowers youve never seen and we sat and watched the skies. Thus, everytime I'd sing to you, you'd fall into my eyes. Your touch was warm, like summers breath. Your eyes were of onyx stone. Then, I knew that I'd love you 'till death took me, as its own. Damien F. |