When he sees you,he doesn’t welcome youwith open armslike a cathedralin search of hope. When you dream,he doesn’t askhow the color red tasted,or how you’ve…
Poet & Storyteller
When he sees you,he doesn’t welcome youwith open armslike a cathedralin search of hope. When you dream,he doesn’t askhow the color red tasted,or how you’ve…
I saw the lightningbefore there were any signsof storm. No thunder.Just the quiet of wanting youto come. To feel your knees bucklethe moment you look…