she is sure of the moon
not understanding of night
but such is a child
that came from the light
she constantly forgives
but always forgets
the world moves fast and
sees her as a threat
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she is sure of the moon
not understanding of night
but such is a child
that came from the light
she constantly forgives
but always forgets
the world moves fast and
sees her as a threat
sit in silence
with me
my love
sense the movement
inside
your lungs
shuffle seconds
into
stillness
shed the weight
that keeps
you bound
stay in the quiet
that hugs
us all
cover me amber
with the winds
from a ruby sea
made from Earth
and runaway leaves
bathe me in
the coolness of
the Earth’s tilt
that lifts time
above sleepy trees
catch me with
the readiness of
somber warmth
that speaks of
a nestling hearth
water made the thoughts linger
the willows trees bent forward
grieving for reach
winds caused
a feeling contemplation
willpower ate the wails
burning to speak
vermilion hands
pearly fingernails
the fingers they clasp
and move forwards
when the water comes
to usher them along
into the plains
where sunsets bloom
and night bequeaths
a silvery mane
they come home safe
moments that
kiss your lips
forever they
easily stay
when eyelids
close and
draw in lips
into a smile
five seconds
and stillness
that connect
your tomorrow
trained to test and asses,
in order to discard for the best
what you expect life to be,
is only half of what you can see
fracture and fragment,
eventually become stagnant
by constructing a ceiling,
you live without feelings
I cannot figure you out
circles inside squares,
I need to compensate
trying to fill your shape
you see through me
thick walls, paper thin,
the moment I breath,
you catch my fall
staking claim
like a man
into a heart
born from stars
the viscosity
of yours tears
is too thick
to wade through
I grieve for
how you
purposely
choose misery
breath in the grass
each inhale draws in
the sun’s secrets
forget not the feel
upon your feet
each step listens