zephyr

it's reality; you're still here; i thought you left and i watched your shadow go, but when i turn over my shoulder, i see you there; what could possibly have no shadow in a world of reputation? you, who were perfect, who let nothing touch you. not even the zephyrs, nor their children, nor their children's children. we will never stop being children, and we will never start being invulnerable. we will never end because, when we turn to dust, the zephyrs will pick us up again, balance us on their hips, and point to the sky to show us new things.

 

spacetime

The sunlight dapples everything, sections of the face gently growing warmer and warmer by the moment. How do you measure a moment? Whatever amount of time it takes for the smile to reach your face, for the knot of worry pinning your heart up in your chest to give way. I call it the Bottomless Heart, when there's nothing beneath you, when you just float in space, time and sunlight.

I wade through the wind, and it playfully tries to hold me back. The sea twinkles, and the stars froth to and fro across the night sky. There's a pale tree that, in my dreams, I climb to the very top, until the most powerful wind is batting my face like a drum, and the most scorching rays of sunlight make the crickets sing their war songs.