I'm sorry dad, I'm sorry mum,
For these things that I do wrong.
For every smile that I can't give,
This little life that I can't live.
If you could look, through my two eyes,
Then I pray that you'd see why,
The sun will rise when I'm gone.

And when time will pass, and love will fade,
And these little things will all wash away,
I'll call home.

But this ain't goodbye, I'm still your son,
It's just these feet, they plead to run.
Through that sand, 'cross that sea,
Somewhere far away from me.
Where I can sleep amongst the stars,
Open oceans, and empty cars.
Dreams of swimming, on my own.

And when time will pass, and love will fade,
And these pretty things will all wash away,
I'll call home.

For then I'll be, sincerely me,
For like the tide my soul is free.
Salty skin, sun dried hair,
Lungs to breath that morning air.
That eucalyptus in the sky,
As laughing birds begin to cry.
And sunlight sings inside my bones.

And when time will pass, and love will fade,
And these pretty things will all wash away,
I'll call home.

Finding another poet who seems
to write your own heart is like
coming into a familiar garden
when the light is just right

You have to get busy
Pick it up, pick it up
The entrails will follow you
Where the red unfurls
And feel the gentleness spiraling
Like a moon
You have to get busy
Either too busy dying
Or too busy remembering
All the unfurling flames
Wilting in a aching compartment
Specially left behind
In the wake of another night

Rippling red fabric
Chuckling laughter escaping
Into the frigid night
Falling dancing music
Sweat dewing at the temple
Aching feet and bursting cheeks
A head running with butterflies
Sweet kisses and white lies
Strong arms carrying the momentum
Such lovely calluses wrapped around mine
The tap of dress shoes on the pavement
Ricocheting petals into the nightly abyss
Carrying me far, far away
With the sound of laughter
And sweet kisses in my head
Silence enveloping but the puff of breaths
And a tidal wave of serenity
And where words wrap one another
With that of spilling hearts
And two people living in memory
Into infinity

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