dust settled where you once spoke
resting imprints of words
pressed against the past
close the future as it would be
new day coming
shake dust off my feet
Tag Archives: poetry
The woods
Forest cold and overgrown
Whispers carried for miles
Utterances forgotten in backward steps
Words become nooses
Hot breath the executioner
Every tree listens
Capable to hang you with your tongue
Pour
Pour red wine
Pour red wine and I’ll be fine
Share some bread
Share some bread before we’re dead
Talk all night
Talk all night we’ll be alright
I want you to know
I want you to know I could never go
The Light of The Heavens
Foreboding morning
Hand to harvest, my breath dust
How can I ever get my hands to plow?
Sorrow and splendor
You’re beauty and rage
My neck craned and eyes burned
All worlds reflect my sight
Stare to heaven
Gold streams
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