in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
These Moments Shared
I step out into the cold
The arms of the bear,
Breathing
In the cold air
Thinking
Of your scented hair.
So here we are,
Sweet isolation
A starlit sensation.
And when I forgot to breathe,
Everything was still
And everything was seen.
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