Tue
Sep
29
[letter to a dreaming one]
dearest,
i’ll be arriving back to your bed
later than i’d expected; the eve
threw much mysterious into the tow
below my toes, and my eyebrows
have grown furrowed from puzzling
about the expectations of gravity
hold tight in your dream-ridden
noggin that my footsteps will echo
across the mirrors of your ceiling
as i stumble from worlds beyond
back down into your slumbering presence
wakefully,
|s|
(via wordofcommand)