Arts - Page 3

catching your hands as they fall rose petals glimmering in your eyes as we bike towards the sunset rushing forward into the future not backing it building it sunlight flickering in our path oblique creations we’re molding still and sitting in silence

squeezing life out of rustling trees pouring mint tea into birch mugs listening to the birds watching colors of the sky change and change living in an eternity our scribbles are golden inking in barks glimpsing dawn our eyes following the earth

fisting your hair i jumped off the boat ready to float and flee and fly but then you asked if this was what i had always longed for if this was it i didn’t have an answer so i waited for you

like crystals you touched the glass and it broke your leaves at full bloom but dust covers the path forward why does your heart race leave mine cold i want to talk to you about it about how the rose lost its