Smell, smell that? The air of the
horse-steps and the open field
with vegetation higher than
your own head on your shoulders.
The sky? Do you see it? It's so blue,
blue is the only thing it shows-
as if whipped clean by a god,
that being you.
Could nature be ever more tame?
Could the red of my eyes find more value
in any thought than the dirt beneath you?
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
Smell, smell that? The air of the
horse-steps and the open field
with vegetation higher than
your own head on your shoulders.
The sky? Do you see it? It's so blue,
blue is the only thing it shows-
as if whipped clean by a god,
that being you.
Could nature be ever more tame?
Could the red of my eyes find more value
in any thought than the dirt beneath you?
