Remember the colors you catch while you’re dreaming,

and the melting of thunder

and the whole earth heaving.

Your eyes, they are closing

and the day always dies

so you can watch the quick shadows

with your sad, tired eyes.

& you hope that He’ll take you home

where the day never  dies.

“Help me forget.”

His voice will roll like soft thunder,

but you have not met him yet.

Though I am thrust into dark places

and flung into unknowns,

I promise to love you

wherever I’m thrown.


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