every hour wounds
every hour wounds
each one is a little death
but the last one kills
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
pause for a moment
still the chaotic voices
pebble in the stream
starting out the day
following the moon lit path
be spectacular