imperatives.

one more night

in the soft light of melody

that plays over me and glows into my veins

one more night

in the comfort of a moment

that makes allowances for my frivolity

if only to surprise me with

sharp, jilted

evidence of neccessity

in the absence of such.

spring inside.

fall

as choral voices soften your landing

sing

a zephyr's song

allow your thoughts

to run free from weighted words

and the heavy misunderstanding

of your surroundings.

blossom truly now

as your corners curl

and open in this daylight you have walked into.