the book is calling -
empty pages like sirens
begging to be filled

the morning whispers
a subtle message prone to
interpretation

*
another repost of one that appears in the book.

we spent the evening
communing with stars that chose
to make themselves known

days when we were green
summed up in our wildest dreams:
just wanting to be

is there nothing new?
every discovery
reeks of deja vu