1.
Still air seeping in through the attic window.
A hyacinth waiting to be planted.
These days and memories tied together with the knots
that sailors make.
My coffee cup rests easy in the palm of my hand.
A thousand books ( almost ) need reading.
2.
Outside, the laughter of a girl hangs in the air
like a kite over the sea.
I think of all I need to do today
in this busy busy season.
This heart of mine longing to kiss the mouths of angels.
Wanting to learn the stuff of stars.
To love you and let you know I do,
in the only way I know how.
From the safety of angels wings.
And all the while breathing breathing,
peace,
peace be with you.
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