old soul

take me to

those once upon a times

where wisteria strolls

and hand written love

was the way

for i cannot last

in this now

drive through exchange

Natural Cause-Emancipator

image by Steven Kin

sanctum

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beneath our tree

where my lungs come back to me

for it is there

among borrowed ears

the cadence of you,

of i

falls freely

beneath blooming arms, those towering magic wands

those leaves, an artistic blend of hues

lent by the color of our words

birthed from our woes, our joys

now drip dropping in tiny doses

a repertoire of moments

gifts caressed from our swollen lips

beneath this our found sanctum

a secret place, a perfect hiding spot

where treasured scribing

and whispers in the wind

hold a love affair in soft reverie

infused within the veins of its hollow

beyond distances they traveled

weathered testaments of time

reaching for the sun

how they glow

how it flows

upwards

outwards

reflecting within

beneath our tree

where my lungs come back to me