the long train

Every day threads and fates, strings and stars, weave new light across a life, and so beautiful that I can watch birds in the quiet sky, this love play acoustic inside old storms, lit violent across kissing bones.

shadow, shadow

You are moving through the last dusky snarl of the sunset, to where your friends surely wait.

rain, rain

Another beautiful day, if you just appreciate the othered half—cold skies starry with rain, toothpaste and jackets, smeared jam on gloves, warm chocolate and burnt kisses.

my breath in colour

The frozen morning set spinning, some cold kaleidoscope, for thought.