thoughts at 3:17am

if you and i were to be
it'd be as if
as if
as if i first took breath

love? she smiles

there's something there
something,
something

those words unsaid and our many pauses

love? he smiles

Ambience

What if you wore stripes, and I a hat.
What if you said, "You're lovely."
What if I sipped soy chai, and you an espresso.
What if Fennesz was our ambience.
What if I thought it was the table leg.
What if you looked up.
What if I smiled.
What if you hadn't written.
What if we weren't in tune.
What if what if we never met.

Eighteen Yearlings

A quiet traveler pauses mid-step
Amid a woven wood of pine green
Evoking locked emotions, he dreamt
Of eighteen yearlings dancing in routine.
As lavender greets starry sky his spirit leapt
Hearing the happy flute of thrush by ravine;
With pipe and pen he composes this footstep,
As vibrant leaves meet shoulders green.

major weeper

aldkjfal;dkjfkjdfiejfalksjfpoij.

indeed.

Straumnes

we stole a gondola to sea

dolor.

The end of my world is now defined as a quiet thought, locked within. Quiet memories flash before my eyes but I can't think of them now. He is far away whilst she is so near; the end of together, the end of an expression. I am rooted near the willow, singular, with my head hung low. I see the blanket of stars, though. Merely my hope in a shepherd and my time here. I see a beauty in the light of day, but more so in the solace of night. A smile, I'll put on. My birthday draws near, my birth day.

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He's my song for all time

My song

He's my,

My hope

Nigh my breath

My,

My life

Love, Listen

You, my love, will always have, my heart

The Meadow

I go to the meadow to see what I know best,

Beckoning hills and dales these feet long to wonder,

As I lay upon thy bed of peace, we become one, rest.

Harmony thy fields bestow, far from urban ponder.

Soft fragrant winds sigh musings of a dream,

Red berries hem thy melodious flower bed, I taste.

Within this relish I think of thee, with sunbeams

Embracing each peak and blossom, I soon make haste.

I rise and make for a distant woven wood,

Where autumn leaves release red, orange, yellow.

With a soft tap I dance with thy stems whilst good

Linnets resonate, greeting my beautiful fellow.

Words, words, words

Today, I met a bit of peace;

I met a dream, 

I met a dream,

I met a dream.