How I long for your wide open sky.
I long for your sunbeams and your rain—whatever falls into my mouth,
I will gladly take in.
August. How I cling to all your pasts
and all your uncertain futures.
I cling to your promise of ever ever green
and I wait at your doorstep, naive nymph from nether.
Was it for nothing, August?
Do I keep you on my tongue and never in my heart?
August. August.
Endless pastures and lightning-laden nights. Your fleeting love speaks through the dark.
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 7:49 AM UTC
How I long for your wide open sky.
I long for your sunbeams and your rain—whatever falls into my mouth,
I will gladly take in.
August. How I cling to all your pasts
and all your uncertain futures.
I cling to your promise of ever ever green
and I wait at your doorstep, naive nymph from nether.
Was it for nothing, August?
Do I keep you on my tongue and never in my heart?
August. August.
Endless pastures and lightning-laden nights. Your fleeting love speaks through the dark.
