today.
february 11.
we have flown too closely
to the sun and its burn,
giving of love
with nothing in return.
and the fall to the sea
was desperately spread;
like a child i flailed,
hardly catching my breath.
if the stars show themselves
but i’m kept under clouds,
if the memory haunts
like the dying, their doubt,
i’ve a sea of redemption
to sail until i am free;
i’ve a hundred blank pages
to lay down at your feet.
soundtrack: Love In The Afterlife by Mark Mathis
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