Saturday, 10 September 2016

storm

let the rain catch our deformed
strands of love while we anticipate
longer waits. we waited long
enough so let's not wait anymore;
we waited for nothing.
let's run in our open clouds and dance
atop their morning rained on beads;
drifting and alone the pearls are
rolling free. where i and you miss
the rain, that is where the rainbow
feeds off us. this is where i will lay 
down our lies of us and awake
the storms of our real.



 

grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...