We’re yesterday and tomorrow, but not today.
We are the calm vibrations of music buzzing against ears.
Through a tunnel of summer nights, we’re the moon and stars against the midnight water;
we are calm
looking for a way home, travelling distracts us from ourselves,
our minds a mess of here and there- everywhere is nowhere
when we want to be somewhere.
And we laughed and instantly we were pounding fingers against piano keys
“can we live like this?” i wondered aloud;
my voice rose into the bliss of warm hands entwined
and fell harshly into the realization and reality of lost times and forgotten memories.
Yesterday’s words gone to bed with yesterday’s sun.
We are children of the night.
Calm in the cool breeze of summer nights
rushing down your sides
escaping through the window
air against skin, we’re entangled in the breath of fresh air.
we’re lost.
we knew we were above crushing keys and the summer breeze
but together, they are the sound of beauty.
wishing and wandering, lost in the sound,
and the wind kissing fingertips.
home.
