iamjaynaemarie reblogged
three a.m. I let my eyes
open and I breathe out into
the silence of the
moonlit meadow
the futility of hours
have long weighed on me
and I aquiesce to wake
and let them run
my fingers pry loose
the latch and the gate
swings free without sound
and they follow
out they run they gambol
they dance and shimmer
in the bluetime hue around me
like children
painting the walls a mural
of high paced choreography built
from stained glass and
tinseled falls
with warm love and pure
happiness they swing in pairs
singing with laughter making
precious music
a festival of purity
and fate and a testiment to
all that is right and
that should be
(via wnq-writers)
That’s Deep. Love it.
Source: wnq-writers