Glistening ‘twixt the earthen beds
and o’er their marbled, granite heads
drifts of pure white fractals spread
to paint with sweet, angelic dread.
For here on chill’d stump, in snow,
before these gathered friends of stone,
I dredge forth my noxious woe;
to bleed in anxious, ram’bling tones.
Footsteps circle through the plot,
traces of my tactless thought,
as from face to face I sought
for answers out of ivory, wrought.
But no such truths could be exhumed
from such ancient, reticent tombs;
and none the wiser, cloaked in gloom,
I fled this terrible commune.

To be loved when its not convinient
To be loved for the hand gestures made when i talk about the netflix show i just got into
To be loved for the way i part my hair
To be loved for making a joke with the waiter
To be loved for taking the long route to get you a coffee
To be loved for being vulnerable
Oh to be loved for the smallest things and the big ones blindly.

Relatively speaking

The sun and moon sharing the sky
Their love radiating from opposite edges of life's greatest masterpiece

Spoiled and corrupted, my love interrupted.
Purity smashed and dirtied and dashed.
What have I done, will she ever come back?

Please undo this seemingly unfixable mess.

It is about timing
and the willingness to act
I had the willingness but never the timing

Half of it is grace and the other is your own hand

The things I used to say
About Time
All my preconceived notions
Like salt in water
They dematerialise

You are right for me

Like ripples forming in stale water
In perfect rhythm
Not because they have to
But because it just is

You are right for me