NePtUnEnIgHtMaRe

falling down, dancing around fists full of fallen stars. out loud or silently our thoughts are music, warm and silvery. we were laying on the banks of drying rivers, strumming our legs in cool everlasting blue richer than horizons. if i ever drift under the surface or into sleep, let me go let me go until my body crashes into sands or rocks or black velvet walls. until lights come up over the reaches of trees as the sun goes farther away, farther away from the spinning earth and stand-still waters. until the sun disappears and dips its face into the ocean to cool. the waves forgo the moon, barely blinking. i'm well aware