An hour and a half has ended <br />Your sleepy, melodic voice faded, <br />From the silence of the night <br />In its candid tone, pure and bright, <br />Still hear it as I showered before bed <br />Hoping to wash a memory from my head, <br />I tried to shampoo and rinse it away <br />But it feels more like a cold wind in May, <br /> <br />Then it became frozen thoughts of you <br />Hard to melt by the hot drizzles in view, <br />Strangely enough I enjoyed it though <br />Even if it isn’t really perfectly true, <br />For you are just like a dream so nice <br />Well in fact too kind to be a dry ice!<br /><br />Edgar Andrade Baguio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dried-thoughts/
