symphony of
a rose
fleeting on
summer’s breath,
first frost upon
the meadow,
flower’s echo but
the shadow
of seasonal
unrest.
abstract
a moment
away
was all i needed to
miss home,
and in filling this
free space
may i no longer
feel alone.
rest me in late’s
starbed
so that i may watch
the comets
encircling your
now weary
head..
and do feel
free
to lay
with me.
a cascade of crystals
lit your eyes
when the sun
locked its
gaze
on your skin
like tissue
paper,
deeply creased from
well lived
days.
when i’ve ceased
climbing
for fear of
slipping
i’ve grown too known to
my surroundings
and miss the noise
of strangers,
but do they miss
my whisper
amidst the
blurred out crowd?
you had more
light
than we would
burn
off
with
friction,
causing sparks
couldn’t be
turned
off
but we prefer
it dark.
you grant such solace
through silence
and i bask in the boundless
fathoms of our
connection,
it’s through this
ether
we reach each
other.
a hanging
shadow–
i pass through
you
notice not my
whisper
in blind attempt
to catch your focus
if only for the
moment.
was not prepared to
feel so stripped
by the threat of
one stranger
with a pressing need
to be heard
while i could
not lend
ears.
she offered
amity,
i leant a heart
to be seen
and touched with
childish
hands
reaffirming that
feeling
is worth the
danger
of running naked
through my
mind,
hands in the garden 
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