my Georgia star
Days used to seem like water moving in and about
a very small, hidden cove....one to the next, we didn't notice.
there was too much to dream and we were busy
watching clouds move by and composing new love
languages with our tongues
You had a constant glow of embers illuminating you
enticing me to stay near the heat
close to the interior
I was full of whimsy and prone to acts of uncertainty
and you liked the shine
blinded with understanding and empathy
(we would take on the world together)
I would be thankful now for warm corners in the room
pockets of stillness where we can still both hear
familiar laughter and the hum of car tires
rushing mile after mile over pavement.
a very small, hidden cove....one to the next, we didn't notice.
there was too much to dream and we were busy
watching clouds move by and composing new love
languages with our tongues
You had a constant glow of embers illuminating you
enticing me to stay near the heat
close to the interior
I was full of whimsy and prone to acts of uncertainty
and you liked the shine
blinded with understanding and empathy
(we would take on the world together)
I would be thankful now for warm corners in the room
pockets of stillness where we can still both hear
familiar laughter and the hum of car tires
rushing mile after mile over pavement.