Wednesday, May 27, 2015

It's you, the one the night calls friend,

You, the girl with faceless dreams.

Perch yourself beside the moon

And you will see the girl I see.

Who can wake you as a rose

Nodding kindly with the wind?

The trees will find their fingertips

Before you bare your breast to them.

My fingers beat upon the table

Against the grains of time and space.

I watch you dancing in the minefields

And pray one day you'll find this place.


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    1. Joking aside, this is pretty cool, coworker made a joke about sweeping mines today on facebook since me and my other coworker is out today.