It is said that our sun is the force of life
But I disagree...our nightly counterpart is the usher;
The guide to our show with its soft glow light-
As I lay in the moon garden,
Four o' clocks at ten and Sonata 14
Swaying through a bamboo breeze,
I see with full clarity
The man I will run to in reflections off of the lakes in my eyes-
Salt of the Earth always within my grasp
Grounded by the weight of your gravity,
I long to come to you, you precious thing...
Rocket violators, child's play compared to my dreams,
When I float in the exosphere-
With open arms, like a white climbing rose-
A creeping phlox, my bleeding heart beats soundly.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
It is said that our sun is the force of life
But I disagree...our nightly counterpart is the usher;
The guide to our show with its soft glow light-
As I lay in the moon garden,
Four o' clocks at ten and Sonata 14
Swaying through a bamboo breeze,
I see with full clarity
The man I will run to in reflections off of the lakes in my eyes-
Salt of the Earth always within my grasp
Grounded by the weight of your gravity,
I long to come to you, you precious thing...
Rocket violators, child's play compared to my dreams,
When I float in the exosphere-
With open arms, like a white climbing rose-
A creeping phlox, my bleeding heart beats soundly.
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