Another coast whispers in blue

Another coast whispers in blue
And in the awakening swirls of fog
A butterfly whirls into my creased vision.
It ignites and burns out, ignites and burns out again,
Ignites…and everything feels light as though
A journey is about to begin.

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The heart of dreams

My windbeaten dreams were once so fragile,
I wanted to feed the silence with words.
But now I see that it is behind
those beautifully shaped summer clouds;
When chased away by a winters storm,
The night is revealed,
And the heart of dreams
shaped in constellations of faraway light.
Strength is not boisterous and unyielding,
It is a faraway light resting in a constellation
Only a small insignificant human being
can see the true shape of.

It is such a dawn

It is such a dawn
When ghostly pale fog
And thick silence converse
About life, and people
Pull their dreams heavily behind
Like a suitcase without wheels.
There is a stale sound of gravel
Evading booted feet.
It is such a dawn
When loneliness has turned
Its back on the wind
And the sight of a single
Bushy wildflower
Becomes a beacon to set
Our course to.

We’re not the only ones

We came here as children in search of a dream,
But now we are bleeding from the past,
Again and again we make mistakes that will last.
We break laws like glasses,
For we don’t understand at all
The meaning of walls.

We run until our souls unfold,
Not worrying about wasted time,
Until our story is told.
We stay until the lessons are learned,
Sharp enough to cut the corners
Of the world.

We brave the weather to mend our scars
Fixing shards like model planes
But we’re not the only ones
To love without a perfect heart.

We close our eyes to silver linings
At the risk of breaking apart,
Stabbing blue skies to find the stars.

We run until our souls unfold,
Not worrying about wasted time,
Until our story is told.
But we’re not the only ones
To love without a perfect heart.