When you lay beneath my thoughts I am enlightened - a solace unfound by years of crusade. Salt and ocean, shadow and ember, take me in before the parting, before goodbyes press in. Under your hand I keep silent, move at your move, turn with your turning. Secret hour, hush, moon skims water, sun stretches at mid day. At the moment, I take in you and I and our loving. There is no distance.
We, two witnesses of the end, inhabit all things - indents and riverbeds, antiquity and progresses, fortress, hurricane, electrical currency.
Swept to sea
Lost in vast empty spaces
Cumulus in azure sky
Smothered in sod
We are better off than most. It is neither of import nor is in our wisdom to suggest why. Only, I remember this once - you swept deliberately across hating blacktop in white dresses and I loved you///