The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
Happy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.
Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.
Place a padlock on your throat and hide the key.
It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you