I want to hold you until a certain time
of day when the sun lays his head
on the winter grass, gazing steadily unto you.
We turn our eyes and avert meager glares and
hoisted brows.
Alas!
What makes this day unlike any other?
The telltale signs of freedom and solitude
whispers
among the dreams and fairytaled wonders we foresaw.
I want to hold you one last time.
-----•○●*●○•----
Look ahead
Buried deep in the ocean's array of waves
Evening passes
The screaming nights
The deep silence
And the stillness of
This moment
This eternity
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
I want to hold you until a certain time
of day when the sun lays his head
on the winter grass, gazing steadily unto you.
We turn our eyes and avert meager glares and
hoisted brows.
Alas!
What makes this day unlike any other?
The telltale signs of freedom and solitude
whispers
among the dreams and fairytaled wonders we foresaw.
I want to hold you one last time.
-----•○●*●○•----
Look ahead
Buried deep in the ocean's array of waves
Evening passes
The screaming nights
The deep silence
And the stillness of
This moment
This eternity
