Surrender
Within his language
Of youth and wisdom.
And sleep
Between the warmÂ
Pages of time.
Let
Your thoughts settle
In a city of lost letters.
And dream
As life kisses you
With a her eyes.
Tag: Language
Young Language
Our love is punctuated
When language becomes a word
For our bickering spirits.
We are two birds
Beating our wings
Against the others’ wind.
My City
I want to paint a city
with letters and words…
Lift it up
with .’s and !’s
Slip away with me
Between the words
Into an alley
Of memory
Where the soul paints
On crumbling cinder
with ideas and where
We find a silence different
From that of .’s and !’s
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