i live in the lyrics.

it’s funny,
the things remembered most
too often,
i exist in a dream-like state,
pictures flooding in
because some song on the radio
insisted that i hadn’t reminisced 
in far too long
like, the way hank williams songs
remind me of learning to drive
a stick shift
in the pasture behind
my great grandparent’s house
or how when incubus plays
i’m taken back to that night
in the biting wind
when we stood against the stage
and sang our hearts out
to every song
or like whenever
strawberry wine
comes on the radio,
i suddenly find myself
under coral skies,
moments falling like petals
from dandelions
memories echo in every line
and i get lost in the 
every single time
– ashley jane

As You Are

we threw away expectations

and old memories,

welcomed light and dark

with open arms
we were made of shadows

we were made of stars

(we told them both

to come as they are)
we witnessed the forbidden

and chased the authentic

we wanted peace

we craved the irenic
so we broke the spell,

entwined heaven and hell

with nothing left to conceal,

we took our time to heal
Breath of Words© 8/2/17

Art by Simon Prades