#shadow muse

I’m not sane, but I’m yours. Every shadow, every scar.

one day i’m going to ask you why and you’re going to look at me and say it all no more half-hidden truths and imagined lies one day i’m going to look at you and say  i loved you you’re going to look back like you loved me too we’ll look back at the space in between our words and wonder who we could have been  if we had locked eyes for a moment before we had turned and walked away

sing sing to the stars sing to the sky and the sun and the moon sing to the wind and the rain and the earth, while you touch them sing when your mind runs hard and tangled, hum heartbeat melodies sing to kitten meowing melodies, to found cat purrs and soft still moments sing good morning, sing good night, to lovelies of your heart sing in stolen moments taken out of structured time,  sing in moments drifting out of place sing out in shadows, dark and true sing soft sing loud sing all around  but steal the moments still to  sing

when there is wind, i dream of flight not of wings of feathers, or of skin, or of wax,  wings like a glider, twice my armspan, solid but light. to take flight, i run, arms outstretched, into the wind,  and i fly, lifted up in force and backwards gusting each landing, another run, another taste of flight and backwards into the abyss another feet hit ground and once again run forward, never ending  until body wears down, collapses full of sky and air and wind and light and though i’m only dreaming of it every time the wind blows i can feel it