go forth, heart
chase the winds for that soul to love
but in the end
remember yourself for you're enough.
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oh, once upon a time
the boy dreamed he could spin
the sun upon his fingertips
oh, and heaven held it not a crime
when he would set the skies alight
with a breeze from his lips
/
and the stars, painted mares on the carousel
a maelstrom of fireflies
they'd spin 'round and 'round
refracting, refracting
as he drank from their thousand hues.
/
through a tunnel he ran, watching, watching
as dreams are born, and ground to dust again
and the end of time
never could stop him.
/
those eyes long forgot how the sun had spun
they closed; another opened
the grains just keep falling.
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the sunsets; he let them sear the clouds
the inkstains; he let them wash the page
the nightlight; he held its shine, a mirror
and amid all the pictures he painted
lives he'd lived a thousand times over
voices he sang to when out of hope
there smiles her name
luminescent as Faith.
/
go forth, heart
waking up never meant letting go.
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cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020
