atmosphere
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your flickering touch
and cooling brush
the sighing hush
and splendid lush.
such delightful sights
you many celestial lights
if I happen to
wake up
to the soft patter of rain outside my window
arms curled around
my sheets
(around you)
It’s like a release
A finger slipped free from the strings
Of a heart torn up and twisted
Like the exhale before sleep
Fills those eyes and takes you away
Like everything can move
I've dreamt of becoming the moon,Just for once to have the role of the,Introvert.Listening to the organisms,Of Earth.Observing.Without words to be spoken.
Tell me,
What do you see as the end of the world?
Will we cook ourselves in the toxins we've unleashed into the air?
Will we poison our food and water with fuel spills?
Will we kill ourselves in war?
I've got blues
Them ole crazy blues
Them ole crazy blues won't leave me alone
I've sat here and I've cried
I've sat here and I've moaned
If it wasn't for my man I wouldn't have these blues
"I call out
Is no one there?
The imagination
Of the atmosphere
I called out
My memories stare
The past and present
Of ones held dear
Icalled out
But not in fear
