the first days of spring are upon us and the rebirth is apparent in things all around us from the leaves slowly growing back to the grass, in need of mowing from growing fast squirrels nibbling on juniper berries the scent in air, sappy tar carried with pollen intermixed your allergies amiss though still fortunate for the spring
Thy lips like golden pages of a sacred book are shining. Thou art resplendent in gold; I am shy in waves of pink. Soften my sweet sap, soften my love for thee and let it be planted like a seed in the grounds. With thy light may thou water my heart. For thee I die, for thee I die.
Sipping twisted teas underneath twisted trees. Sap dripping off maples turning into crystal, cicadas vibrating something blissful I could feel myself walking on violin strings. Plink plink plink Words flowing out as soon as I catch a think A new golden horizon Changing your world at the brink of a double blink Birds singing on a Carnegie, that's where I wanna be.
The world is dark but the moon is big enough, bright enough to light it up just enough to make out the dark grey silhouette of the mountains against the blue-grey sky.
The hustle of the day goes quiet. The stars are out. The night is chilly, but warm enough that you don’t need a jacket.
What a perfect night to be lonely.
This bittersweet sap slows time down. It feels thick and slightly cloudy. Its the feeling of being full and heavy. It is happy and overbearingly sad all at once. But this sap is comfortable and welcoming. I want the quiet night and bittersweet sap to last forever.
I am the flower of untouched perceptibility, the unique breed nobody could ever find in any imposing gardens. Do not chase to haunt me and the richness of my petals’ sap if you are not a holy breed of spirit as I might wither and get my seeds of knowledge scratched in your unjust volition. I am the pearl, the mermaid chain of blushing moon tides.