j'ai ma fierté et elle a vous,
un jour vous réveillerez.
You know I have been a sloth
for months, perhaps the urge
to travel has evaporated from
my veins as I age
*
It might be too cold, I am beginning
to believe the warmth is peeking
its way beyond the groves and groves
of wild aspen. I am fortunate to live
near them tumbling down stages
of vibrant hillsides, where peace
cascades under their branches
*
perhaps we will journey beyond
the scope of cafés, one day
maybe I will be awake to realize
the truths you speak to me
perhaps we will rest our knees
in the dirt together, hands folded
in the Spring's silence, turning up
the volume of our thoughts
unfurling, unbridled by fear
and muddied conscience
YOU ARE READING
oh the hue-manity
Poetrynow that katie isnt on wattpad, who will do my covers now? edit: after some long talks on the phone and i may of sold my soul to Katie (again) she agreed to make me a cover
