Truth weeps as
we roll away the stones
from words
that cannot be declared
half-heartedly,

As they,
as thin as a whisper,
clothe us in a smile
to wear across
two faces

That have us dwell,
in the happiness of now.

Breathe to me the
morning from your
lungs
and we'll live like there's no tomorrow,

                  Spice it up to HD and alter in a little more

!Spontaneity

Creativity!

Taking our spades and
digging,
scratching out holes in the atmosphere to
fish for life's little sugar hearts
in all it's pick-a-mix,
that we'll eat
and chew,
swallowing life for our bodies to feel
                                                   just a little more
-
-
-
WHOLE.

And we'll do it all,


Straight after our telephones finish ringing...

Your walls containing prescribed dreams
are leaking,
flooding and fanning outwards,
as contents
play
dance
and
prance
along the wind,
soaring into the sky like
a child's handmade paper aeroplane,
as your tasteful treasures saturate the stars,
the source that ignites them with the light
that the world gazes upon

      It's the star in the corner of your smile that I absorb as  
                                  you gaze upon the beauty before you (that is you);
                                                           ­ the night light that will keep summer with me.