As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Friday, August 3, 2012

She'll be the Ocean

How sleepy dreams speak out your my dream kept me company

I swam in the backyard
Amongst her broken pots
As eucalyptus branches brush
The tin roof
You cup my wet face in
Your sadness
Promises soaked in love
Are pinned against the mud brick

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