p(i)e(a)ce
I wish I knew how to ease the ache of a timeline erased.
In the calm after the summer rain, you feel it, I know.
The pressure of days and months and years.
Generations. Kids and their kids and their kids.
Light as a feather on that always-beating organ in your chest.
Tomorrow comes, whether we will it or not.
Do not believe in me;
I am so very flawed and will break your rabbit-quick heart.
Believe in tomorrow,
in the pinks and golds of another day coming.
It's yours to take,
for shelter or adventure,
it's always, always yours.
In the calm after the summer rain, you feel it, I know.
The pressure of days and months and years.
Generations. Kids and their kids and their kids.
Light as a feather on that always-beating organ in your chest.
Tomorrow comes, whether we will it or not.
Do not believe in me;
I am so very flawed and will break your rabbit-quick heart.
Believe in tomorrow,
in the pinks and golds of another day coming.
It's yours to take,
for shelter or adventure,
it's always, always yours.