Gently cross over the wooden bridge You have places to go The bridge has to be there for every passer-by Dawn to dusk, weathered, not yet to dust Into the forest deep, where the rivers rumble and roar and sing lullabies
Thank you so much 😊 Agnes, bless your heart for all the love kindness and sunshine ☀️ 🔆 that you share and happiness that you spread :)
I stumble through these dark streets. My dry mouth and slurred speech. I called you but you won't receive, My drunken pleads and memories. Contorted minds and lucid dreams, I'll sink into sublunary.
I trace your name across the night, With solar ink and lunar light, Each syllable, a burning thread ‘Tween stars that have not shifted red That I still count each night in bed.
I know you do the same for me Beneath some distant canopy. Upon your lips, my name a sigh, A whispered vow to midnight sky That tethers us, both you and I.
In the end, We are nothing more than threads Woven into space Spun from the same dust Born from the cosmos So when the stars collide Remember me in their constellations
can't wake up, it´s not a dream, trying to escape it, with no way out, just dissociating, disconnecting from the world, the feelings, the thoughts, from everything, entering the void, a simple retreat, only I am there, a time out