Drifting Off
(to Ludy Q)
Lying pillowless on your bed
Listening to Mozart on your phone,
Eyes closed over a Buddha smile
As your blood flushes out the pain
of your head and back and limbs.
Does Amadeus mean love of God or God's love?
A wolf gang could perhaps care less,
and rest on a soft bed of moss art.
(by edgardo s. tugade,23 sept 09)
Edgardo Tugade
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drifting-off-2/
