My eyes are a constant glitter when such dreams
pop up. It's nice to feel that way again, still,
after the endless march of time separates the wheat
from the chaff. Guess which one am I:
the one that doesn't get exported, which makes sense
because
My eyes are a constant glitter when such dreams
pop up. It's nice to feel that way again, still,
after the endless march of time...
And what exactly is that glitter?
Stars? Ghosts? Memories?
Or the final flicker of a bedroom light bulb.
Or the last swipe of now-dark screen.
Or a distant goodnight from chaff to
wheat; fertile land to barren desert, yet
still planting himself to the irrigated seas
of Spring, where burning sun was still growth
and when one looked forward to growing up
like this.
Winter has never felt so warm.
Nor wheat and chaff so warm
and and
like the thoughts of you and me.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
My eyes are a constant glitter when such dreams
pop up. It's nice to feel that way again, still,
after the endless march of time separates the wheat
from the chaff. Guess which one am I:
the one that doesn't get exported, which makes sense
because
My eyes are a constant glitter when such dreams
pop up. It's nice to feel that way again, still,
after the endless march of time...
And what exactly is that glitter?
Stars? Ghosts? Memories?
Or the final flicker of a bedroom light bulb.
Or the last swipe of now-dark screen.
Or a distant goodnight from chaff to
wheat; fertile land to barren desert, yet
still planting himself to the irrigated seas
of Spring, where burning sun was still growth
and when one looked forward to growing up
like this.
Winter has never felt so warm.
Nor wheat and chaff so warm
and and
like the thoughts of you and me.
I really like that 'and and.'
