Every word you say I feel I should write down.

The stars whispered soft secrets to my heart, and I saw them, unspoken in your eyes.

If secrets and lies are children of the dust, of soil and things buried,


then you are the air,

you are the wind.


You once said I was like the oceans,

untameable and deeper than you could ever know.


So I,


I’ll follow the moon as you sweep over me.

Together, let’s whip up a storm.