a severed midnight
taking the calls of a thousand
dreaming souls, fading
i wonder if the rain will wash us away
drifting into a somnolent embrace
against clashing tides of aegan
until i have sand between my fingers
breathing in the hawthorn blossoms
reaching again until it falls
and stops crying beneath my feet
just close your eyes and softly
rest amid sounds of synaptic crickets and
faint traces of chanterelle
between your slightly-open mouth
waiting to hold onto forbidden auguries
coalitions of sweeter reveries
i couldn't find behind your eyelids
and then, perhaps, after a million years under
the stars, i'll open my eyes to revelations
the light sleeps on. where can we be alone to watch them?
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
a severed midnight
taking the calls of a thousand
dreaming souls, fading
i wonder if the rain will wash us away
drifting into a somnolent embrace
against clashing tides of aegan
until i have sand between my fingers
breathing in the hawthorn blossoms
reaching again until it falls
and stops crying beneath my feet
just close your eyes and softly
rest amid sounds of synaptic crickets and
faint traces of chanterelle
between your slightly-open mouth
waiting to hold onto forbidden auguries
coalitions of sweeter reveries
i couldn't find behind your eyelids
and then, perhaps, after a million years under
the stars, i'll open my eyes to revelations
the light sleeps on. where can we be alone to watch them?
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