Before Your Time.

Apr 17, 2015

You always wanted to grow up before your time.

If the sun shone

you asked for the moon.

If the waters stilled

you craved shining embers

that spilled

droplets of sweat across your forehead.

And you would

sing and pray,

and you would

race and sing.

I wanted to come too.

Steer me in the clear direction

of perennial dreams, more than this.

A place (beyond) where

Alas

love's in fifth dimension.

And everything that will

(just) is.

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