After the rain, let the sun dry your skin.
There is a list.
Things you’ve said we’ll do one day.
Promises made in the moment.
But today they look like a jar of stones.
But heavy to carry as they grow.
And I think…
Maybe stones shouldn’t be kept in jars.
Maybe they should be admired where they’re found.
In that moment.
Because that’s where they’re the most beautiful.
In the jar they loose their luster.
You only see their weight.
And you stop remembering,
The beauty they came from.
Lie by my side,
On a blanket of sleep.
And count the stars with me,
Tangle your fingers in my hair.
Pull me close,
As you consume me in sleep.
Sate me till morning.