January 27th, 2011

peace

(no subject)

The early,
The wake,

when i open my eyes you step out from the curtains
you spin splendid and basking in light.


Upon the tip of your eyes is a question
out on the tip of your core where you quivvering stand,

And I'll meet you there on ten thousand dull days
And I'll come to you even then

You wake up early
You open you eyes

and im in love, im in love with you, light.