WE
are never gone. rip the sky apart
blue shreds, whistling in the wind
the carcass of a fallen world
(it lied.)
Nowhere is a myth,
WE ARE
in the sunlight streaming through
windows, branches, fingers, petals
(fragile) (but true)
in the trees
above, strong, tragic
WE ARE HERE.
you cannot listen,
but you can feel
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 11:34 PM UTC
you remind me of the first time i saw fireworks
you remind me of things i thought i loved
a purple bunny called Hoppy
a heater on a cold morning
every Alleluia chorus
every Sunday morning.
you remind me of the sun, the moon, the stars,
how i thought i loved them all
and how i thought
they were
so beautiful
you remind me
of songs i used to sing
when i was very young
and
all those fleeting feelings of
what i thought was
untethered joy
oh my love, oh my world,
i never loved till you.
Sep 5, 2011
Sep 5, 2011 at 12:17 AM UTC