Words rise
much like the sun does
4:30
not 4
not 5
and your absence is as piercing as the rays across a sky, this sky
the same sky you and I share all these mornings when we are together
and apart.
Because I know that the sound of the birds here
stroke your ears the same way they do mine
Identical space
carefully divided and separated by miles of just land…
just sun…
just birds…
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 11:16 AM UTC
Words rise
much like the sun does
4:30
not 4
not 5
and your absence is as piercing as the rays across a sky, this sky
the same sky you and I share all these mornings when we are together
and apart.
Because I know that the sound of the birds here
stroke your ears the same way they do mine
Identical space
carefully divided and separated by miles of just land…
just sun…
just birds…