I climbed to the top of a hill. But I had just missed the sun. And although the descending arc was gone. Left behind were the traces that always follow along.
Cold toes, new sheets. Welcomed all the same. We know if we go. It's only temporary. . Went away, holiday. Wish they'd linger on. They'll think what they will.
Why didn't I say anything until now?. So much is said without a sound. Water so calm and once so pure, undisturbed. Standing for so long the color turns.
My king, I'm humbled before you, I bow. Moods like you're pulled by the moonlight, somehow. . How is the language we're speaking the same?. Shape shifter have you discovered a change?.