Sun thus died,
Moon did shine,
Loved you then,
Love you still.

Flowers dry,
It will rain.
If this dies,
'least I'll say,

"Don't worry,
Be happy."

#ts #kbts

I say I see the clouds dance and in that still silence you hear the rhythm. Every new piece of writing is a language created. I imagine the sky and you say you've been there before. Oh, you get butterflies when I sing, I get strawberries from being understood. If you see me, the world translates to the red of my tongue. See, come closer my darling, sorrow will come like a spiral of dust when comforting is the only place we know how to be. Breath— we are together.

#ts #wrds #lh

There burns another sun
Alongside the one I call mine.

To think that love is fun
Till all we're, is living just fine.

#ts #lh

All the covert silence
That the world keeps
Hidden in dark nights,

Pours into my skin
Like rain into gardens.

And I start to bloom
Loneliness in my mind,
Until silence is the only
Light I've ever seen.

#ts #slc

As winter fell,
With the rain
You, love fell,
You, you came,
And in love I fell.
As winter fell,
Love, love came
And we, as one fell.
With no pain
In love we fell.

#ts #nss

Whispers in the crowd,
Loved you so I cried;

If melodies should die
Then, what is you and I?

#ts #lg

A soft breath,
The sound of
A wanted spring;
You're a city street
Burning with desire.
Your silence,
A brutal implosion.
If any of these souls
Could touch you
The way you dress
The scars of your
Unsaid memories,
Unsung melodies,
My, what blossoms
Would leap.
If love rained,
If empathy poured
The way hatred pelts,
Perhaps we, would
Be happy gardens.

#ts #nss

These burnt stories
Pray for fire.

And rain it does,
Fury fire,

Until all there is,
Our desire.

#ts #wrds

And wings,
However so
Pretty are not
The reason I fly

#ts #de #btf

Moon, oh white moon,
Wane gently for me.
Such lovely company
You have in the night.
If the stars explode
And affright my flower,
Please bosom her for me.

#ts #kbts

A many blue Augusts
As May I have awaited,
As eagerly as not
Till the air purple turns,
And round and round
The days of raining years
A many pages I've seen.
Some blank, some blue
And the leaves are browning,
And the leaves are crunching.

Over the years
In a sky blue,
I am a mosaic
Of silence and
Beautiful nears.

#ts #de

"Summer," they call
Her, I call her love.
Ever close are
Her bright blue
Eyes, like night tides.

#ts #h #btf

Strangers do collide,
Though these eyes
Be keenly aversive.

Clouds endow skies;
We, with this love
By sea-storms abide.

#ts #ssn

And oh from cosmic eyes
Will slough the prettiest lies.

When often a story dies,
There's not a word that cries.

It matters under the sky not,
If the sun in her whirl is hot,

Life, will always hide in growth,
And in death is killed all worth.

#ts #nss

One love
Letter to the other
Alpes lovingly sent,
One love, true,
To the valley spilt.
If only things the
Same stayed.

#ts #clmr