Sequoia tree
I often liken you
To a night without the moon
But when you make me laugh
Stars shine that makes me See
I Spoke too Soon.
Were it not for your smile
I would have never found My way through
That enormous dark doomed room
You often liken me
To sleep without having a dream
But when I make you laugh
Deja Vu makes you see
Me
Realizing personal effects
You've never seen.
Were it not for my heart
You would have never found your way through
That cosmic dark doomed room
At that flat dark screen
That got tuned off too soon.
Our routine is often liken
To us passing back and forth
When we should be asleep
But it's not dark,
The flash-lit canteen
On the day we can hold hands
and with our own eyes
Out our window screen
At a Sequoia Tree on a perfect morning
Imagine us laughing
At jokes from our heart
Because of our moon
Causing us to notice a dream
in a dark room
When we finally decided to turn on the light
A little too soon
It will be the only way to make our way through Unseen territories on deserted grounds
Turn evergreen in dark rooms
Come to be bright enough to be called
Sunshine Moonshine
Serene.
—By Tristian Ford
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