Jan 2018
I pine for,
crescent moons
and star-peppered skies.
I notice and hear,
swaying silhouettes
and whistling night breezes.
I anticipate,
the expiring hours
and dew-scented earth.
I only exist in,
extended silences
and shattered lenses.
.
crescent moons
and star-peppered skies.
I notice and hear,
swaying silhouettes
and whistling night breezes.
I anticipate,
the expiring hours
and dew-scented earth.
I only exist in,
extended silences
and shattered lenses.
.
