Thoughts on a Moment

She makes the sunlit canopy her fortress, something good to throw away

Interest transmitted in passing notes, interlocution occurs on sunset laden air

Do you believe me?

You, you make the sunlit world your canvas

another work wrought by the gentleness of your eyes and the tenderness of your heart

Tell me a story, and I’ll show you reflections, staring out into the endless skies

words, sinking like stones into this river that passes us by,

holding your hand, everyone needs contact

so i look to you,

speak to the dust

Forget the past,

and open your eyes to the endless Reflection

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