please do,
tell the story
of you
how to be
both the lock
and the key
how to be
both the lock
and the key
Everything you see
is made of light and time.
Every pattern is a clue.
Moving across the shadows,
I try to lose myself in wonder.
s.b.
Everything you see
is made of light and time.
Every pattern is a clue.
Moving across the shadows,
I try to lose myself in wonder.
s.b.
is an illusion
of the mind
the heart
does not
recognize
is an illusion
of the mind
the heart
does not
recognize
formed over eons
pushed to rise
by forces unfathomable
formed over eons
pushed to rise
by forces unfathomable
please do,
tell the story
of you
please do,
tell the story
of you
I’d describe this
golden hour
holding your hand
how, now
my vision a soft blur
becomes an arts & crafts era
block print
bold smudges of browns
greens and glowing rosy golds
across a wash of azure blue
if only you might ask
I would tell you
I’d describe this
golden hour
holding your hand
how, now
my vision a soft blur
becomes an arts & crafts era
block print
bold smudges of browns
greens and glowing rosy golds
across a wash of azure blue
if only you might ask
I would tell you