Tag: freedom

you taste the color of exiled minds and consciousness turns grey

ghosts of summer knock politely and slip through the door crack

the untamed sky unbuttons over a wildflower field

like a fable your wear summer’s fog

the tree offers flowers maybe fruit but never answers to your woes

among other things in the ribcage you carry a sentient fire

a dying sun comes back to life on the tip of your tongue

summer night the fog wills strange things into existence

you speak and the trees forget their own myth