[20060822] Dreamstumble

Not as dirty as the world preach
but as sweet as i can feel
the taste of you in my lips,
it is as unreal as a soft breeze
in a sunday morning,
as the sound of the water racing from the sky
in those rainy days.
something paradoxal, something that makes time stop
and wait a little bit.
something like flying in a dream of the heavens
in each second your presence is felt,
until my heart crashes into the wall
of waking up without you.

j