We're just two clouds passing through -
just passing by,
colloquial for but a while -
Firm and fleshy in the moment,
wispy and nonexistant later.
Our cracked and opened shells of a solitary death
co-created
waft up their sweet scent of fertile ground
moist, fresh
smelling faintly of stardust and the impossible -
Our edges that don't exist in this world
shimmer and sparkle
pop and crinkle on foreheads and bellies
shining out of our eyes
is the magic of respect
that blows a strong wind
pushing us away
away
from each other
away
away
from each other
closer
and
closer
and
closer
to ourselves
our own dreams
have changed directions.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
We're just two clouds passing through -
just passing by,
colloquial for but a while -
Firm and fleshy in the moment,
wispy and nonexistant later.
Our cracked and opened shells of a solitary death
co-created
waft up their sweet scent of fertile ground
moist, fresh
smelling faintly of stardust and the impossible -
Our edges that don't exist in this world
shimmer and sparkle
pop and crinkle on foreheads and bellies
shining out of our eyes
is the magic of respect
that blows a strong wind
pushing us away
away
from each other
away
away
from each other
closer
and
closer
and
closer
to ourselves
our own dreams
have changed directions.
