London Thunder 12/12/2016

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From a work-in-progress titled MIDNIGHT: 

Seems long sent and long forgotten. Words wrapped from shadows and fog. Gifts drifting throughout, cutting the seams and dispelling the dreams.

I’ve not forgotten but have you?

Summer’s a message in a bottle tossed out into the ocean long ago. Springtime’s a million sunsets away. Winter is settling into this heart.

And I’m not sure and I don’t know and I can’t really hear any of it anymore.

Ragged and torn, the sails clutch the air in their grip, demanding today. Demanding every little bit. Until tomorrow reminds them it’s okay to let go.

 

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