• julyhues 10w

    From where I can see
    you seem near like those drops on
    the blade of grass, shiny
    like the armour of glass
    Another breath and you
    seem far like the tip
    of the mountain, always beyond
    but these are the sights
    to behold like your love
    these are perfect to mould
    the things of sorrow
    into joys forever,
    on these little papers I
    scatter your tiny particles
    gather later to enter
    Into my chronicle
    my words like patterns
    in the cloud change shape
    to suit the eye
    but from where I see
    "you"are all that is mine