To capture the sun would be astronomical
To harness the wind would be impossible
To hold fire would be unbelieveable
To drain the ocean would be unsurmountable
...
Before you left I never got the chance
The train was coming and things were complicated
The words that I never said flew over the oceans with you
They kept you safe when the bombs boomed and the gunshots grew
...
I walk through the black looming gates.
The ground is heavy with snow.
Flakes skitter from the sky coating my hair and lashes.
My boots make a path up the hill.
...
We all hope that the hair comes
out in perfect spirals
But we all know that some pieces will kink
and must be straightened again.
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The hum of the guitar reaches the headphones and my feet begin their thrum against the
pavement.
The tempo crescendo’s with my steady heartbeat.
Blood rushes with the drums
...
a unity of souls
clasped hands
held together
by the woven fabric
...
It rolls in
one thousand and one
it shakes the earth
one thousand and two
...
The dirt is finally a rich auburn
The grass is finally emerald
The sun is finally tangerine
The clouds are finally eggshell
...
Love is a tree
Deep rooted meaning buried beneath on lookers eyes
Bark thick enough to hold off snide remarks
Covers a trunk big enough to hold all the times we've held hands
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