Do you think of me, when the sun kisses the horizon? Must yo..
Added 2022-03-01 10:11:03 +0000 UTCDo you think of me, when the sun kisses the horizon?
Must you dream of me, when your head is cradled by a thousand feathers bound in cotton?
When you rise in the morning, will you muse in the memory of my sweetness?
As you wander the streets, with all the passing faces
Will you remember me, and my mysterious allure?
Soon to be whisked away, by the night sky azure
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These photos inspired this poem. It's way past midnight and I wrote this poem in less than ten minutes, which happens from time to time. It's amazing to me that the art I create with my body and the surreal world surrounding me, inspires the art I create with my words. How powerful visuals are, how they shape each and every sentence I write. I often close my eyes late at night, and then jolt forward to scribble it all down... I see words, but not in their form, not all plain and proper but in the mist that hangs just above still water, in the vibrant colors as the world turns silent, in the placement of footprints among the sand, being washed away, as a the current waves goodbye.. I see it all.. but not in cursive, or a typewritten note. The words they only exist, until you ask... why? The words, you see... they only exist, until they float back to their place in the sky.
Did you read along? 🥀
