Wednesday, 26 October 2016

full broken moons

i am officially on to your specs;
each and every star broken
masterpiece your fingertips
have wised. fever- driven
escapades dreaming in a
dreary synonym provided me
with her tiny inspiration.

i can space out my thoughts
but then i will never find you
in my truth; i hope you will understand
my black and white before the
full moon approaches our window
again.



 

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 ...