23h
~
the night starts here,
the night starts here
in the dunes,
fixed in time;
incipient waves falling into place,
their subtle purpose
to roll over and sing;
the fountainhead above us,
like it's above the shore,
attaching softness to a shell.
we blew on a dandelion
and the whole world disappeared;
love is a mysterious shape,
love is a remembered rhythm.
I have trembled
my way deep,
I'm a guest in here,
drinking at the stream,
seeking bliss in
the plural homemade kiss:
peppermints and orchid rain.
we please the night,
we please the night in interlude,
and it merrily leaves us that strand
of pearls called "good morning."
~
the night starts here,
the night starts here
in the dunes,
fixed in time;
incipient waves falling into place,
their subtle purpose
to roll over and sing;
the fountainhead above us,
like it's above the shore,
attaching softness to a shell.
we blew on a dandelion
and the whole world disappeared;
love is a mysterious shape,
love is a remembered rhythm.
I have trembled
my way deep,
I'm a guest in here,
drinking at the stream,
seeking bliss in
the plural homemade kiss:
peppermints and orchid rain.
we please the night,
we please the night in interlude,
and it merrily leaves us that strand
of pearls called "good morning."
~
