the winds fly away
the clouds are at bay
the laptop blinks white
the sun is upright
yet, i am reminded
of that faraway land
where everything stands so still
and the world is so light
but it's gone.
i stroke the letters
find a rhythm
the day is so young
but it's gone.
the stars light up my swollen eyes
the rain eases me into conversation
i finally lose touch
and it's gone.
it seems i can't move
but perhaps that's alright
i will soon see faces,
brimming restaurants, and pretty laces
the faraway sights
the starry nights
they're gone
but i'm still here
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC
the winds fly away
the clouds are at bay
the laptop blinks white
the sun is upright
yet, i am reminded
of that faraway land
where everything stands so still
and the world is so light
but it's gone.
i stroke the letters
find a rhythm
the day is so young
but it's gone.
the stars light up my swollen eyes
the rain eases me into conversation
i finally lose touch
and it's gone.
it seems i can't move
but perhaps that's alright
i will soon see faces,
brimming restaurants, and pretty laces
the faraway sights
the starry nights
they're gone
but i'm still here
