
I want nights
That are quiet,
And still
Loud as thunder,
I want storms in
Oceans of sheets
And limbs pulling
Me further from
What I know into
All I want.
I want the quiet parts
Said out loud
And kisses made only
For me,
And all my inner light
Being bother magic
And woman lit
By you.
I want the now
and the present presence
Of what it means to be
Lost and still be found.
From sky above
And Earth beneath
I want to dream
Of setting future
Suns…
Again.
-JBHarris