Whisper War
Whisper War
Tomorrow ill exhale this glacial morning whisper,
the winter breeze exhausts the sound.
The trees of battle are at war when i kissed her,
I feel the courage and pain that fertilizes this ground.
Ending in Savannah, the bridges cris-cross,
beginning in the sand of those carolina beaches.
The glass structure that punctured our sail,
Dissolve this hourglass powder and filter this breach.
Salt on the roads and oil in our tank,
pills on the dash and stories in the air.
Night is spitting out its warnings,
The wheels of time intend to strengthen your stare.
That look on your face when the land became real,
Our apartment left alone to fend off complexities.
With one hand on the wheel and an eye towards me,
I vow for an early spring and for it to be clean.
All the sand in your hair falls to the seat,
Your heels are bright in the light and to me.
The flower in your hair is gold and care-free.
Water on the pavement reminds me of what we are to be.