Happy birthday, water baby. I hear your laugh in my head, a peal of bells ringing through every morning. I feel you all the time. I look through your eyes, wear your clothes to places you should be.
Every single second was a gift, I know someone has to leave first but I still can’t believe it was you, I’ll never stop looking for you 🪽
Solstice at the 12 apostles. Sunset to sunrise, in a timeline. The blue gloaming half light never really left and the stars and the city lights and the dew on the grass shone and a man turned up from the gloom at 2am with a joint and some dates. First bird to sing was a skylark.
And I could barely breathe, for seeing
all the splintered light that leaked her fissures,
fleeing, launched in flight:
unstaunched daylight, brightly bleeding,
bleached the night with dawn, deleting,
in that high sun,
after our good run,
when the spirit bends
beneath knowing it must end.
And that is all I want here:
to draw my gaunt spirit to bow
beneath what I am allowed.
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All things burn 🌞
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Very special one, thanks all x
