#s7
Evident, conscious
Are your curls aware of me?
As I am captured
By a gentle turning lock
A wave in the subtle trees
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
No ocean neath falls
Or sand drops ere out of place
Beneath the cresting
Turning waves inadequate
All is home in tidal place
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
Short the conscious span
Clicks mere seconds on a clock
Which ticks and talks more
Quietly than by we know
No conversation lasts long
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
Distant as you are
Undiscovered yet in sense
And sensory ways
Known is no keeping us here
A part from these distinct days
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
Don't wake me darling
I have no worry once here
Where rushing life finds
Every flowing finger free
And contented rivers be
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
No god of grand heights
Nor the devils depth be mine
Know only stillness
When I let you rest never
For I am you and your mind
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
Look up like new day
Even in darkness before
Just as a promise
Holds no heat without fervence
So soon your sun warmth is born
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC