and the sun keeps swimming

“and the tiny speaker in the phone is your dream-ladder to divinity.” 

“Everything is waiting for you.“

you’re the wind between my fingers

cold and stale

you’re the sun behind my eyes

that shines when i sleep

you’re the stranger that calls after years

and asks me if i ever did that one thing i said i would

you’re the cry of winter

that swallows this little city up and coats it in a blanket of white

you’re a lot of things

you’re him you’re them you’re they

you’re the scent of pinecones

that lay near the fireplace

you’re the beautifully constructed flakes that fall from the sky

different each second

but pretty all the time

and somehow still cold

you’re the dust that floats invisibly

always there