the way thread blooms into silk,

thousands of stitches that tie a life together,

and the way paint melts into dawn––

drip, drip, dripping down in a waterfall

the way a knock of a door

turns into a crash

an explosion of sound waves that makes birds fly

and the way a dream soars

across the night sky!

trace electromagnetic waves to the North

and spin on the Earth's axis,

feel the heat of a hot molten core

spilling its blood into waves of golden magma.

i wonder if you know what it is like to love the moon

(rosy oranges, soaked in grape juice and fuchsia)

and i wonder if you know what it is like to wait in silence

for eyes to look up straight in defiance

across a quiet room full of miracles

because i know

you'd like me, too.

i walk the ledge of a cliff every day, 

teetering between wind and ocean

a glittering storm brews in the south,

and I wonder if you might remember its name.

i bind books in ribbons of blue, and letters in red

i pull pens apart, down to its gears

so I can see what beats within its heart

remember it, are we clear?

dark as a reaper

is the twist of a scythe

and the shadow of the Sun, 

because i am in love with life.

––

"Wheatfield with Crows"

Art by the one and only, Van Gogh <3