...until we're off to Europe. France, Barcelona, Italy, Switzerland, London, and hopefully a quick one-up to Belgium and Amsterdam. If only it could be open-ended. Well, before we jet across the pond I leave these for my thoughts:
. n o u v e a u .
A braille setting - stones
Darks contrasting dims
With light pouring in
All angles, see angles
Diagonal thoughts that bend to you
Nous
We walk in, through, and out
Darling, dear
I am timid with the fear and must cry out
Beginnings do end
Unseen unknown we think we don't
I know we won't
So I hug you close
And hold my soul so close to your heart
I will never leave a heart to weep for me
Quietly packed in warm coves of winter
I catch her sight, release and regain
Tomorrow falls ages away
With a day behind us
A century in front
I've decided my future, for now
Done
Et cette...
. r u s h a .
Heart pacing with the beat steady sound
Low and consistent, under constant pressure down
The pistons lack the leverage - what you get is what you get
Turn over and roll sideways
Forever without regret
Regret that we burn, for the next way to wave
Along with the sea of trains
Commuters rush the platforms careless
Flipping on edges of concrete steel hedges
Only to turn with a fall to the ground
Pitiless stares smirk carelessly now
And then, now a bend
Face the crowds and get up again
You keep to yourself, they pass on the moment
Free, so free - to continue your journey (to continue on home)
Plenty more will come during and après mon voyage. My love to all in need or want.
tiscal.
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