We are
stillness
Before water break
Tenthousand ripples,
Silent calling
Of midnight crane,
And light
Soft
Dancer
on the air
On the surface tension balance of
all things unknown.
A warm wind
Carrying the scent
Of forgotten old summers,
Cut through me.
Tears
Here,
Where the river bends
And time and your pale thighs surrender,
We are nothing but
Two lines
Crossed in a hidden current,
Lost somewhere inside
the moon’s
Secret arc
Sep 8, 2024
Sep 8, 2024 at 9:33 PM UTC
We are
stillness
Before water break
Tenthousand ripples,
Silent calling
Of midnight crane,
And light
Soft
Dancer
on the air
On the surface tension balance of
all things unknown.
A warm wind
Carrying the scent
Of forgotten old summers,
Cut through me.
Tears
Here,
Where the river bends
And time and your pale thighs surrender,
We are nothing but
Two lines
Crossed in a hidden current,
Lost somewhere inside
the moon’s
Secret arc