HumidityDesert wind flows over my body, sweeping away sweat, the fossil salt marking seconds-old riversHumidity
It cools and crusts and
takes with it the memory of your sweat and mine.
Your summer heat leaves me plastered soaked and sated,
So different from the arid heat that evaporates you
from me.
Shifty, Summer BreezeShe leaks, slowly, from somewhere backShifty, Summer Breeze
around the drain plug. I see it everytime I go out on these hot, windless days where yet I’m sailing anyways.
Fix her up, get her right, I think
as water flows and swirls around my toes. A good, old boat must be taken care of, but if I had the wind I’d sail ‘til she
sinks from under my feet.
A slight puff fills the sails and lifts the telltales; I lean out to flatten her out and use the bit of wind that came my way if only for the next few seconds that it lasts.
Follow the rivers and puffs
Peace of a DreamI dreamt a dream that was not my own And though it came apace with me, It had no mark that would have shown, But left me with the torn remains Of my thought but not my tone.Peace of a Dream
It had the feel of the whispering speak Of ghosts that kept the warm, wet mists. I threw myself from views so bleak And fled all thoughts till naught remains But those that I would not seek.
The peace that came from the dank, dark hole, But for that dream, I could not feel. It turned my thoughts and took its toll, Of what I’d left of frail remains
And held close to let them
World SublimedHe stuck his boots in the sand Pulsing like the blood through his heart A pulsing sine wave of dunes In jagged repose against the sky.World Sublimed
The lashing wind did little to stir his suit And, though the force of it blew through his soul, It was strangely soft outside, Only enough to whisper You are here
He turned and stared at the sharp-edged Sun Small yet fiery as he'd never seen it before, Dimmer than he liked, and radiating slow death. The Sun may kill him on this journey: a light toll.
A rusted, frozen, and dry destination Promising beauty in it's
I'm still here!
I wish I could get to seeee you merf.. oh well Happy Holidays.
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Here's to your coffin...
May it be built of 100 year old oaks which I will plant tomorrow...
....what?
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