Lykren
07-20-2014, 11:13 PM
Afternoon grasps the astounded heart,
the maze, then mirrors it, tinges pink
the hand that dreams.
Missing home the sky unwinds.
I fold the sheets. Unlucky day.
It swells and then forgives. Navigating
leafy scents I am liable to fall in.
There is a certain sound to
this splintering atmosphere,
its heavy wind strikes again
and again. Music that strange
I do not trust.
I cannot trust you.
But your body lives so long as
the white sail fills
with color, in love
with magic and satisfied
alone.
the maze, then mirrors it, tinges pink
the hand that dreams.
Missing home the sky unwinds.
I fold the sheets. Unlucky day.
It swells and then forgives. Navigating
leafy scents I am liable to fall in.
There is a certain sound to
this splintering atmosphere,
its heavy wind strikes again
and again. Music that strange
I do not trust.
I cannot trust you.
But your body lives so long as
the white sail fills
with color, in love
with magic and satisfied
alone.