Life is so deeply
June and July.
It rains in my mind,
And I want sunshine.
All that I've loved
Is a dry August, but
Maybe that's who I am.
There are those who've
Seen blazing Octobers,
So, they'd rather be else.
Perhaps, that sunshine
In one November rain
Is what we want— love.

#ts #kbts

tu dois avoir peur

#ts #nss

I come in faith
In a half-filled hansom.
I give my breath
As a ransome, and
So with this trembling
I earnestly ask,
With all my heart
And then some,
In front of horses,
And the distant sun.
Will you tie with me,
In happy marriage,
And be my sun?

#ts #clmr

Some peace-loving
Suns only speak
When their silence
Shadows their words.

#ts #kbts

And I know how
The earth feels
When our feet,
And our hands
And our eyes,
With gratitude
Kiss it, tenderly.

#ts #kbts

It's important
to cross bridges
before we make them

#ts #nss

Some nights when the moon is cold, I surf the clouds and forget who I am.

The world is empty, and I can feel the ice cracking in my bones.

But despite, I know the sun is mine, and tomorrow the wind will lift my soul.

I remember there was a sky, and it was ours. It was ours.

#ts #fg

Love, remind me
again when it is spring,
so I know what flowers to bring.

#ts #btf

Most likely I will not say things. Most likely, you will not notice when I bleed. Most likely, I will walk in these shoes forever.

#ts #wrds

Maybe we'll be home again by April. I hear the storm is coming, but first, I'll die with the brown leaves of late autumn. Then, when the seas rise, I will crawl out, and I will run back beyond the sky.

#ts #ssn

There are some times you need your silence disturbed. The night reveals what days keep a secret. Instead of hearing your inner voice cry, the young night and the winter earth rumbles quietly beneath the newborn moon and the juvenile stars. Life is everywhere, the corners of sorrow, the busy, sad heart of town, where sleep the sweat of existence, where bleed every pulse— it is exactly what you see. It is nearly how you feel. Sounds that feel like bridges.

#ts #nss

My lover says, "You remind me of the night sky."

Great! Because that's what I try to be. That's who I a[i]m. So I node, with wide, proud eyes.

"No, my love," she says. "You're the earth and its dust. You're the rain and its awaited groom. Whatever you remind me of, is not what you are."

Yeah, I think I'm going to resemble a lot of things, a lot of times. But I'm just not a wall of souvenirs. I am glued to the silence. I love a quiet weather.

"You're my favorite metaphor. A cherry to the color red."

#ts #kbts

Take it away,
Take us away.
She so sang,
And the wind swung.

And the world stopped,
The moon of ancient.

Take us away,
Take it away,
And the world stopped,
The moon of ancient.

#ts #msc

While the sun stops,
Or pretty seems to,

Earth runs smooth
As east a quiet river,

And I sit on a page,
And as a night, wait.

#ts #wrds

By this my van is broken, little world. By this my light is darkened.

By love my book is flooded. Oh child, by love, my yard is gardened.

#ts #clmr

Raged
Rivers
Reveal what
Seas keep
Concealed in
Silence

#ts #nss

And when you
Have smiled,

And your heart
Has melted,

When you have held
Life in your palms,

And the skies
Under your pupils

Don't forget to let
Butterflies fly.

#ts #kbts