Watch the dust dance, golden light pouring through the tree tops like liquid, surrounding and warming the partials at play.
You are the liquid gold and I drink in your knowledge and kindness, watching as the light spreads, illuminating my body, shimmering through our eyes, growing brighter with every moment shared.
We are connected through the simplicity of the soul. Through the trials of sanity and the hours of delirium.
We are not one, we are better, because we are two. Two views to share and debate, two accounts of our infinite memories and two hearts. Each holding the other, ever closer, ever tighter. When they’re oceans apart, our lights will not extinguish, they will burn brighter, if only to light the path home.
lost duckling poetry 