all days
near bliss
and nearly every moment a famously
forgotten reason to find a smile
one short rainstorm of hope and pain before
bright afternoon times of aged jungle
growing becomes mighty blue autumn compared to
the first bursting upwards that fate and life
reveals, now I can feel this, our waiting
is lovely remembering and determined anticipation
that searching for a story told, a story old
and underneath, hidden type of motive never shown
a place of peace not my own, a land
that isn’t ground, a place we may hide
a bland bonding experience that you make
more fun, oh happy night what porch did you
crawl under when venus rose? I will put out the
fire, I will give information, I have you behind my eyes
there will be a meeting spot, I cry and
rave and think of you, I have your mind in
a way that I thought I never would,
I need your rain…

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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