leaving sounds we sing

in the purple dawn of rains
the quiet awakening of mouths,
thy lids and lashes unfurl
they let your soul sing under the light of what we all wish was true, of the dreams of our dreams, the world we did see. we walked around in the sounds of morning of opening. split your lips with your tongue, form my name in your throat and let it arise slow like the sun.

of the leaving sounds we sing
the silent disquieting of glances
from her eyes to mine
they let the song go on long.
let the song go on,
past the leaving songs


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