communications
communications
with satellites and whiskey
can you hear me now
communications
with satellites and whiskey
can you hear me now
insignificant
that spec floating in the void
butterfly wings flap
every hour wounds
each one is a little death
but the last one kills
crying in the night
sadness of a weaping soul
ending of a bloom
that pristine silence
within trembling shadows
a new dawn breaking
the scourge of nightmares
a kitten knits in silence
the dog keeps typing
sharing of laughter
and staying out way too late
well spent sibling time
a gray covering
inhale the fog laden air
mornings on the bay
more details coming
they're hazy and undefined
but we have a plan
consideration
wishing to be there with you
a morning in bed