The new imaginary day 2014

wake up darling
at seven o’clock in the foggy morning
crystal winter illusions passes by-
the smokey rooms,
where radio been turned on
and melting sounds from it
covers your bleaching skin
like stone immaculated body
never touched by ruff  tuff hands
since the first day
that I ever saw you
till the next one
to imaginary winter paradise
will fly the letters from above
as it been written softly wordy day
it’s  nice to hear to read and listen
like pure snow fallin in your eyes the letters
dem sounds it crystalising morning sun
that’s how the new day was born.