Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Where the sky meets the ground

Some moments meet in the middle
where time doesn't matter
and seconds come last
in a race towards the beginning
of you, me, and all we'll ever be

Some dreams tremor with anxiety
rubbing hands in anticipation
pursing lips to stop words from escaping
before it's too late to dream the unlikely
with you, me, and all we'll ever be

Some children let out laughs of glee
knowing so well that being unafraid
of tomorrow and unassuming about yesterday
sets you free, as it will,
you, me, and all we'll ever be

Some skies bend low
as they kiss the earth with eyes shut
in fluffy azure waiting to erupt
in grey tears never to be heard
except, by you, me, and all we'll ever be

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