declarations are diminutive
for we only avow to deaf ears
views of yesterday were shallow I said,
there were crevasses we missed.
there is company like the sip of one's favorite coffee, a type of simple bliss enjoyed, peace, the same as solitude where different voices can blanket the other's words and talking is done to the rhythm of fresh thoughts.
wistful we are with trembling hands, and porous are our defenses against nature's shower it sweeps in rhythms a mixture of old with new a touch of words, it evaporates petrichor, these shared remains and someday in a moment's hesitation, it will begin all over again.
there was angst fuming from trashed possessions but now I create flames with this restless heart once fooled, now awakened.
simply offerings to a society and self
craving visual perfection
there's an ocean
we describe as