Every Goodbye, All At Once
There wasn’t much to begin with.
But what there was,
Adventure on the Wind and a Shiver down my Spine
What an underrated, yet
Agonizingly beautiful way to
Waste our days.
Words are But Simple Illusions
Words are but simple illusions,
Hidden in Saturday morning coffee
And felt in our bones when arranged
Like a simmering indigo night sky.
Bringing to our souls
The iridescent wheat sunlight after a long December
And the silent sigh underneath an unturned tide.
Words are the second love we seek,
And the first to whisper our secrets.
This Dream Within a Dream