i need words to wrap around me
like a veil of flowers blooming
like a ray of light piercing
through a cozy empty room
like the softness of a couch
with cushions overflowing
from the upholstery and the pillows
where my dreams can softly croon.
i need words to wrap around me
like a journey that's been waiting
to be traveled without stopping
without fearing the tremor
of something new.
i need words to carve out the hidden story
that's been waiting to be told
over coffee, over wine, over food
like shoelaces i want to tie
on worn out sneakers that's been dried
i need some words to break the silence
in this pregnant dreaming life.
Between petroglyphs and pancakes, error itself becomes the method for
glimpsing the vanished Pueblo world at Sand Springs in Monument Valley.
2 days ago
2 comments:
This is simply amazing.
Thank you. <3
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