the story of sunsets and skylines
at some point, mindful eyes you have to narrow things down on the close end of your mind with even eager asphalt smiles dropping boy looks cold but stands arms wrapped tight watching the sunset, so fine the sugar of the sun, leaning down with a shy grin i keep drawing down to final points the way you've got to narrow things down sometimes somehow everyone everywhere gets closer and closer and closer to you so that way, when it comes time to draw things back into crevices and cracks measure full moons against half moons and sunrises against sunsets breezes against gusts and find the music between one touch and another. in the end, comes close enough to crying brings barrells of love outward down the sides of sloping hills and these days are the markings of mankind these days, when measuring the slow curves or arching eyebrow landslides two lovers wrapped together it's easy to find longing in the sky easy to figure out which worlds are worth saving easy to figure out which worlds are worth saving. and bouncing out into the air comes some small scar of truth like how sunsets are better than sunrises (sunrises make too many promises about the day) and full moons are finer because risings come and turn your soul around, these moments measure the days out. these moments measure the day out. two cups of coffee, a couple of cigarettes the blending of fingers with soil, the marching forth of morning air two more smiles cut loose and run
2007-05-20 | 5:28 p.m.
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