I want to hug your flowing river curves

(I’ll stay away from the jagged rocks)

I want to flow into your oceans

(I’ll never ask of your dark depths)

I want to float on your gentle waves

(I’ll always keep close to the shore)

“You won’t find me on the other side, because I’ll always be here.”

“I’m only over you when I’m not thinking about you”

Little chalk drawings,

in the light of a street lamp,

two girls made these.

Are they grown up,

finding nostalgia?

Are they young,

crafting a friendship with each mark?

Haha I love you too!

The stumbling beauty,

finds she cannot know for certain

there is a way home.

Oz this aint, old friend.

The point of no return was about a mile back, I’m afraid.

So now, sing with head high,

So now, move on, with the strongest of strides

But I believed in skies

Stormier than weather could provide.

Whirlwind-hair all about

the a lightning-torn face.

Hit-by-hurricane hearts,

beating all thunderous

out of sync

“We are the wolves,”

she tells me.

The moon blinks shyly,

hiding behind trees,

but I can see her from my window.

She is naked, but you can’t see her.

She sings to me, and it is beauty

Roads travel her,

fabrics cover her lips,

and she sings,

and it is beautiful