the breeze will catch us.

rust stains

on innocent hands,

a tender sorrow washed away

by the rain,

proclaimed clean,

but the pain is still there

we were wildflowers in eden,

pristine, lovely little things

now, tragedy clings

to petals afraid of falling

sometimes,

there is beauty in the let go

hope is the wind

that will carry us home

– ashley jane

let’s drink to getting lost.

we moved between crossed fates,
your feather-light feet
trespassing into my distant black hole world
you sang your song of the sea
to the dark heart in me made for
sinking
and left the dreamer in me exposed
I don’t regret it though, dear poet 
you were the last sip of freedom in a dying glass,
and I was thirsty to explore

– ashley jane