Darling, let me tell you
That those dreams you had were nothing,
And when you thought that you were nothing
you were seen.
My love, now listen closely:
All the noise your mind is making
Is just noise it is not speaking
For the world.
Remember when last summer
Your far away friend told you
That they had not been smiling
Since that day,
But seeing you had healed them;
And the way your arms had felt then
Had been all that they had needed
To be again.
You are still stuck in that winter
When you thought that you could wither
On the spot and you did not
Want to be found.
Yet to me and many others -
To your cousins, friends, and lovers -
You alone are in possession
of that brush that paints the earth.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
Darling, let me tell you
That those dreams you had were nothing,
And when you thought that you were nothing
you were seen.
My love, now listen closely:
All the noise your mind is making
Is just noise it is not speaking
For the world.
Remember when last summer
Your far away friend told you
That they had not been smiling
Since that day,
But seeing you had healed them;
And the way your arms had felt then
Had been all that they had needed
To be again.
You are still stuck in that winter
When you thought that you could wither
On the spot and you did not
Want to be found.
Yet to me and many others -
To your cousins, friends, and lovers -
You alone are in possession
of that brush that paints the earth.
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