Wanna live on a warm weather island

Wanna live on a warm weather island

Wanna grow a free-man’s summer burn

With warm eggs from chickens

And footprints on wet sands firm.

Should there be a raindrop,

I will capture it between flutters of lashes and eyelids

The soft crystal glowprints a story,

You may need to hold me as I bend to listen.

Is it just me, or do you hear it too.

Tomorrow

So when you called me home,
I took off my shoes and padded into the living room.
Where light flickered off the fireplace in waves of orange aurora.
There are familiar shadows and voices, deep murmurs, with intimate frequencies.
I adore.
I adore every inch of your voice, it takes me to places.
Places real and not forgotten. Places existing but un-existing by our timeline.
Take me with you when you go.
I will be light and easy to carry, I promise
I won't cause no trouble at all.