where
love sleeps on goosefeathers and moonlight moors,
withering on the solemn slopes of moss and
heather where
hummingbirds climb on raindrops,
sailing on the pattering and
puddling where
fog layers on hillsides, augmenting
the shades of evergreen, folded and
ambient where
light shines through panelled oak and
purrs with the howl of the lonely sun, speckled and
blurred where
you sigh, narrowly, and long for the tides
beyond forty-five degrees (where it's
cold, i think) where
lorries stop to breathe and you
step, i think, to be closer to magic
and further from me.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
where
love sleeps on goosefeathers and moonlight moors,
withering on the solemn slopes of moss and
heather where
hummingbirds climb on raindrops,
sailing on the pattering and
puddling where
fog layers on hillsides, augmenting
the shades of evergreen, folded and
ambient where
light shines through panelled oak and
purrs with the howl of the lonely sun, speckled and
blurred where
you sigh, narrowly, and long for the tides
beyond forty-five degrees (where it's
cold, i think) where
lorries stop to breathe and you
step, i think, to be closer to magic
and further from me.
for evie
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