#620
Let the neon lights wash over
the drizzle and the pour,
let the colour cut through
the dropping darkness above,
let the beacons guide us sound,
let forever be your arms,
let it be my face you find tonight.
#621
Windows and doors
they sail on past,
forming and dispersing
faster than clouds above.
They say our compass is our heart,
yet that doesn’t always lead us
through the right doors,
nor catch windows before they close.
Off ever into the ether,
until we sit,
if only to appreciate the architecture
and ultimately, pick our own locks.
#622
The days that are wasted
are the ones that i don’t look up,
i don’t pause to wonder,
that i don’t call the moment i think of you,
even if we’ve only just spoken,
they’re the days where i spin my wheels with worry,
instead of pull the pages of a book,
when i watch the wind
instead of feel it on my face,
days where one cup of tea is enough,
where i don’t sweat, or sit,
when i shower too fast
instead of focus on the droplets as they fall,
when i don’t reach for the spare blanket,
when i don’t stop and smile
no matter the weather,
oh when the clock seems unkind
one must remember
there’s always room for pause,
it’s in this moment, its in this comma,
it’s here, in seconds you took to read,
breathe, breathe, breathe,
drop your shoulders,
drop your shield,
and rise ever again.
#623
Strings around my finger
as if i could ever forget
but the thought of sleep evading
is a chance i wont beget
lest my mind wander,
lessons i’m ashamed to’ve learned,
may kindness’s candour climb,
may your happiness remain assured.
#624
Even in the tiniest of hours
i still fight to stay awake,
against a tide that pulls my attention
from my beloved’s pillowed face,
oh, how i miss her within blinking,
count the breathes between in separate space,
it’s far from any obsession,
just an understanding of our finite days,
so i’ll battle away the darkness of closed eyelids
between tonight and my final day,
i’ll fight for one more second love,
i’ll fight forever for your grace.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write