Oct 2019
Your heart
Inspires my heart
To beat
To breathe steam clouds onto cold windows
To feel the distant sunlight rise into Peachtree skies
The sound, the hum
Of you a lone
Tunes my ears to hear
My thoughts to song
With its quiet corridors and cushioned chest
Rising like the waves of a coastal long
Soughing whispers in the subtle trees
Midst the waiving of the Auburn leaves
Our hopes a final parting leaf
On this, the last day of October joy
Know this
Your heart
Inspires my heart
To beat
From now until at last
Our distance is no more
We meet
Inspires my heart
To beat
To breathe steam clouds onto cold windows
To feel the distant sunlight rise into Peachtree skies
The sound, the hum
Of you a lone
Tunes my ears to hear
My thoughts to song
With its quiet corridors and cushioned chest
Rising like the waves of a coastal long
Soughing whispers in the subtle trees
Midst the waiving of the Auburn leaves
Our hopes a final parting leaf
On this, the last day of October joy
Know this
Your heart
Inspires my heart
To beat
From now until at last
Our distance is no more
We meet
I’ve been so busy with life. So involved in the details of my weakest traits. Keeping air in my lungs, money on my bills. So much so that I almost forgot to breathe. Almost forgot to try and become.
