Namaste

 

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There is something true about the sun,
something honest in the way it rises and sets,
as if it knows we need a little light to guide us,
but also understands that we’re a little dark too

I remember in college,
on those early mornings after nights I couldn’t sleep,
I’d sit on the balcony,
watching the leaves change color
They always seemed so vibrant
in the dawn’s glow

And, in grad school, that night I sat beside you
taking in the city skyline as the day faded away,
orange and pink skies drinking in the moonlight
until only the star-studded black remained

There is a certain peace
in knowing that
I’m never watching the it alone
Somewhere, someone else is captivated,
soul bound to sky
and the sun
and each other

Breath of Words© 10/2/17

photo: J. Spann

Wild Horses

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We were always
so good at running,
trading morning glories
for lavender nights,
whiskey sunsets
for a tequila sunrise
in a misguided attempt
to save others from us
We made a new home
out of back seats
and bar stools
and blue highways,
always one breath away
from being convinced
that, maybe, we could stay

But, we were never meant
for one place,
our hearts too much
like wild horses,
and running
was in our veins

Breath of Words© 5/6/17

photo by Sammy Frazier