I am betwixt and between when you leave me alone in this old shade of yours
All sentiments feel so much quieter whilst on an unspoken voyage.
I have one oar.

I am afraid I must need well formed wings if I am to settle down to such a desire.
To take such a narrow stream against a night sky
leaves me searching inside for any phantom meadow

I push me back through fear I lack the precision

yes I have second guessed my onions
forgive my scrambling please
I am in a pickle trying to master the rule of thumb with a small heart and a rusty light

Am I in fine feather to be both weightless and remain steady?

I promise to hope violently. I do yearn to discover a difference.
I have galloped many moons without any horse.
I have never been carried before.

I am more than fond when you pick me up.
I hardly think of the ground when you do.


I have sewn in the feeling of difficulty I think from some knots I found

But I do believe in our morning light
so lets hold hands with all good intentions and purposes
stand on stones
and travel the fate that has been given to us Venus

please fly a kite with me