Waking Light

Your face becomes my waking light

no amount of distance

can steal your vision from me

No amount of weight that I fill my backpack with

can diminish the flight of air you breathed on my neck

Every inch of your body is held

within a vault

ever expanding

with intrigue and passion

and seconds of utter chaos

dense with wonder and colour

Every moment I treasure

deepens this place

At birth it was void

as dark as the new moon skies

Now many years later

amassed are the magical exhales

of life


Somewhere, France // 05”05”16

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