We used to live here
I must sleep now
but I can’t remember how…
Must I close my eyes?
Maybe the ones we really care about are not the ones we sleep with…
Maybe they are the thoughts that wake us up; the ones we wake up with.
Like the sun
she is to be loved from afar
as her colours burn
and rays spar.
And here we are… like lightning tousled clouds before a storm.
… Seven rains after…
While we thought of droplets, she meant storms.
Submit; allow her streams wash through,
In this continuum;