to all the puzzles with lost pieces;
may you shed the tears of a little
girl.
to all the kissers with lost feelings;
may your lips forever cease to
curl.
to all the dancers lost in war;
may your legs stamp and crush but never
swirl.
to all the hearts with lost rhythms;
may you faint and falter and never again
unfurl.
to all the sailors lost at sea;
may you fall at the end of the
world.
i'm always-
always
two hours late
but i'll meet you halfway
i one early
and you one late
oh, love,
do you believe in fate?
i'd fight back
a twelvemonth,
but only if you do
i'd cling on to the sun
to stop time, too
but then i won't
be too early
or you too late
oh, honey,
please do;
please believe in fate.
your golden locks
not smearing metal, but filling chests
chests of nuts in stories treasured
nuts that flowed down mountain slopes
rivers that flowed to mighty seas
down your backbone.
a perfect portrait
of faces animated and the passage of time,
of dancers swirling, twirling, curling,
into the folds of their arms
of the sounds of a hymn
hummed;
to pull through a haughty night
for saints of wisdom
grew distraught,
and poets of feelings
were ever so sane.
I'd have it all in a handful yet
let it all out
to ignite being with the hint of a flame.
don't make me chase
a dream
i can't see
through your window
on those dark-
est of sunny
days
don't plant my feet
in thirst-screeching
plains
and promise me
water
amidst the desert
rain
you're far too tall
and i'm tiny
too tiny
to claim
to claim kingdoms
to roam heavens
or even roam
those very same
plains.
to all the puzzles with lost pieces;
may you shed the tears of a little
girl.
to all the kissers with lost feelings;
may your lips forever cease to
curl.
to all the dancers lost in war;
may your legs stamp and crush but never
swirl.
to all the hearts with lost rhythms;
may you faint and falter and never again
unfurl.
to all the sailors lost at sea;
may you fall at the end of the
world.
i'm always-
always
two hours late
but i'll meet you halfway
i one early
and you one late
oh, love,
do you believe in fate?
i'd fight back
a twelvemonth,
but only if you do
i'd cling on to the sun
to stop time, too
but then i won't
be too early
or you too late
oh, honey,
please do;
please believe in fate.
your golden locks
not smearing metal, but filling chests
chests of nuts in stories treasured
nuts that flowed down mountain slopes
rivers that flowed to mighty seas
down your backbone.
a perfect portrait
of faces animated and the passage of time,
of dancers swirling, twirling, curling,
into the folds of their arms
of the sounds of a hymn
hummed;
to pull through a haughty night
for saints of wisdom
grew distraught,
and poets of feelings
were ever so sane.
I'd have it all in a handful yet
let it all out
to ignite being with the hint of a flame.
don't make me chase
a dream
i can't see
through your window
on those dark-
est of sunny
days
don't plant my feet
in thirst-screeching
plains
and promise me
water
amidst the desert
rain
you're far too tall
and i'm tiny
too tiny
to claim
to claim kingdoms
to roam heavens
or even roam
those very same
plains.
Oh lord, how much has happened to the world and how little has happened to me.
I haven't taken a photograph or drawn a picture or written a poem in ages. I haven't tried. It really feels like ages.
I'm trying to get my shit back together, I promise. I miss this.
Hope you're all safe and happy
<3