Disappearing from here.
Drawing my memories near.
***
There’s an infinity in each lit night sky,
Little golden bits I’m grasping nigh.
For the YELLLING, and yawns, and cracked hands
To till those lands.
***
For my heart is more brittle than my bones
It’s been beaten with the dreams of my head
Of Mountains
Of Waves
Of Stones.
***
One journey to not forget
And another to last forever.
***
If it is only the hope of tomorrow,
Then I’ll forget all sorrow.
A. Faith.
