Northern Lights Higher Than Blue


you were there too

stripped from the view

off script from the moon…


English, i’m paired

tribal lunar speak / immodest physique

head

in the clouds 

severed, in her crown.


mind 

in, out, loud

off, gone, shroud

all your love, for mine, 

all us divine, so i 

don’t mind.


as the waves

come crashing

melting frozen,

we sink our

toes in;

where the waters

cold i think 

we’re chosen;

& when that sun rises again

we’ll stay 

warm forever

unsevered.


ready for whatever

just please never

need or leave

our life 

besides or behind

the hands 

of this band; 

our only way.


the stately being

in a state of 

seeing

Lovers

over 

looking, for people saying 

all i wanna do is 

blah, blah blah,

our waves's glowing  

In

heaven, 

the one

we supercede

by a succeed 

in creating

Love, (this one)

the home

i’ve come to know

in finding… you;

out the shadows of the night, woo, man

are the daylights We save

every time breath

is all we have, we are

Perfectly us.

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