lights

9.30.16

in, out

up, down

chests heave,

waves crash.

the sky is bright

with thousand-year-old lights,

passing by like fireworks,

bright and steady.

hearts pounding,

grins swelling

backs on wet grass.

are we really there?

blink and you'll miss it,

think and you'll forget.

moments seeming like hours ago,

movements but a silhouette. 

there's no plan, no

way of knowing for sure.

just a carpe diem and a 

'til we meet again.

Author's Note

man, has it been a while. enjoy!

Reviews

[Esther]

This is very lovely :) nice work. Flows so nicely too

[boyearth]

thank you! flow was definitely something i worried about so it's nice to hear that