This is How the Night ExpandsSlipping a hand into a friend's cracker box,This is How the Night Expands by ~forgetyoself
we veered off into our own paths.
I could get lost in the sky, the darkest pit.
I could get lost in the way the cold combs its fingers
through my hair, reaching into my coat.
I see a car's orange eyes blink at the edge
of my vision, I see light rest its filmy skin across a tree
before it fades.
I am always afraid to look where the field faces the mountains,
where the light recedes and the land
swoops away into a shapeless void.
It would be like walking
into your own closed eyes
to cross that field at night.
If the night had a sound, it would sing a low whistle.
I pass laughter link
The Art of Moving OnThe trees spread color like psychic airwaves, crisping and tinting and fresh-edging the world for your eyes.The Art of Moving On by ~forgetyoself
Making the world loud and beautiful in front of your face.
When the green arrives it makes the words "20 days hath September, April May and November" trip off of my mother's tongue and spin around her head.
People brag about their achievements, their next destination now.
Flowers are pressed to parents' chests for ballet recitals, to children's chests because they were plucked.
And when the rain departs from its late arrival, dragging grey-haired dandelions in its wake,
When the sun comes out and spreads itself in crumpled splotc