My friend.
chadwick
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Is it just merely a faded moon or a dropped sun-beaming ghost that plagues memory?
Either one reminds me of your presence as lush as a full bodied vineyard bottle.
Red is deeper than grape drunkenness as my heart is touched by your silly laughter.
Your smile, my home from home, and I am lost to be found.
To be warmed your home has found my arms.
Our tale begun every once in a million years ago.
Like eternity we are onward.
And further into my hands you’ll grow.
You’ll grow, you’ll always grow into me, with me.
Look at these crystallized visions, they’re all that we see, all that we know, and all that we are has more to us than just ourselves.
And to be with you I can only understand.
Either one reminds me of your presence as lush as a full bodied vineyard bottle.
Red is deeper than grape drunkenness as my heart is touched by your silly laughter.
Your smile, my home from home, and I am lost to be found.
To be warmed your home has found my arms.
Our tale begun every once in a million years ago.
Like eternity we are onward.
And further into my hands you’ll grow.
You’ll grow, you’ll always grow into me, with me.
Look at these crystallized visions, they’re all that we see, all that we know, and all that we are has more to us than just ourselves.
And to be with you I can only understand.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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