Alive and awake
This morning is more
Robust that you or I
Darling, let these dew tears
Fall to where we’ll go
That’s all there is
The melancholy calling
The frost that’s falling
This stop-start elation
Is everything.
Watch the gloom through
A lens with me; we’ll share.
Hung rucksacks in yellow and blue
Carry haphazard beauty
We’ll share and we’ll share, forever.
