We tempt fate in winds, our souls unravel
They twist and melt, before our bodies
Sand sculptures turned to glass by the sun
But atop sandcastles, unblinking stones rest abandoned
In molten mirrors by the shore.
Are you sure!?
No, I’m minute. Pathologically disturbed.
Uncertain of our shadows reflected in the pavement
Concerned about my passion, and addiction.
You are sublimity- an artist painting her own essence onto canvas.
You rippled and sparkled, as I was lost confidence and for a moment I understood myself
I am woken by a dream
And everything I consider myself to be
Is blinded by that unwavering band of light
You wrote yourself in and erased the whole city (skyline)
You even made the horizon disappear.
I couldn’t care about being lonely in this inescapable white void
Yeah you and me.
This place is a desert, its teaching me how to be.
conjures sounds of a landscape, riparian in movement from the mystery of a foggy meadow, a woodland as a storm passes through, to the feelings provoked in the perspective from high hills and mountains Animal Laughter
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