take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and ninety degrees: ‘maybe it’s time…’

PS You Rock My World ~ Eels

two hundred and ninety

late last night

I realize

my heart has loved


no  other

( s i n c e )


it broke


the shores


of yours


I wanted to spend my life with you…

2 comments on “two hundred and ninety degrees: ‘maybe it’s time…’

  1. quearthworms
    July 18, 2013

    Beautiful, to say so much in so few words.
    290 pleased my dolphin heart which yearns for your ocean, to be a part.

  2. seanbidd
    July 18, 2013

    Like a painted storm, as it wakes in the dead of night. To hear the winter wind, crawl in from the South-West. Here rising up above, no darkness in a fever’s blur. For the light’s all caught like a painted storm. While it listens for the sounds of earth, in all the life as it beats within. All but running to touch the blue leaves. Falling free like in a painted storm, giving what are dreams like if not for living. Just to stand out there with the painted storm, alive to the music, alive to living, alive in the painted storm… Just hanging out for a storm here, while winter holds them hostage… Have a good day, B…

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