Cliff point

It’s like the spot on the edge of a cliff Fingers and the heart are sort of numb and blazing hot The only difference is, that we never fall Like a horizon that’s never touched by the sinking sun No warm jacket on a cold night Thriving sea of emptiness Yet this feeling of neverContinue reading “Cliff point”

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I could, in the night

I could sit out here and draw… no I could sit by the fire with my lover, Calm, with the warmth of his body I could sit on a tree with my legs hanging And play with the moon that shines between the swaying branches And with the tantalizing stars I’ll try singing a verseContinue reading “I could, in the night”