current mood

I.

In the stillness of the night

where whispers become promises

and the shades of you

burn like evening primrose and paper cranes

breathing in silvery moonlight

and exhaling shadows

we paint the world in tired blues

and shatter it like glass

mirrors and walls and blank canvases

empty pages and stolen heartbeats

all melting into the book

of you

II

We sleep in the sea

and drown in the sky

drink from the sun

and live off the stars

Will apollo cry for us

as he did for Icarus

or will the sea claim us in silence?

And in the light

of the early morning

a thousand tiny paper boats

fall from the edge of the earth