Tears light as air.
Eyes blind as cotton.
Faces both real and ethereal.
I watch the clouds
float past my window
like the exhaust
of dreams in transit.
When I close my eyes
I can see your soul
clear and deep as water.
I am full of tempests,
of cherished appetites,
of your never-ending fire.
I know. I know. I know.
A little scatter-brained poem

4 thoughts on “I know

  1. Beautiful poet, scattered it may appear but still crystal clear, because you know. ❤️

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