dedicated to you, my readers.

***

it's the shattered window of day.
it's the river that ripples and the branch that sways
in a breeze you can't see, can't touch -
the sound of nothing, the sound of too much.

it's a silent sigh of longing
in the gaps of a crowd that's loud and thronging
outside the glass of your house.
it's bigger than you, softer than a mouse.

a storm of breath, a storm of blood,
painted in rainbows while facedown in the mud.
we're crumpled and knotted like string.
we've seen it all and yet we've seen nothing.

every memory shines clear with
the colour of mirrors. the shades of myth
that we are encased in, we hold,
we hold each other in this shield from the cold.

when i'm silent and sad with defeat,
will you pick me up and pull me to my feet?
in the lines of this story i've told,
will you hold me in this shield from the cold?

because the world is big and bright:
there's a beauty in day and a beauty in night.
and as this tale draws to a close,
i promise i'll be here. i'll hold you close.

***

a/n: fifty poems. just like last time, although this is much better than the other book (do me a favour and don't read that one, i generally pretend it doesn't exist).

thank you for reading through all of these poetic... rants, essentially. i appreciate the love and support i have received, and hope to see you all again in the next poetry book, which will be out soon enough.

i love you all.

~ potato