I’m seeking to coalesce
varieties of thoughts
how might this work
how do I bring up
the words I’m too shy to say
I dreamt of you every night this week
consumed in this
idea.
How many words, years, thoughts
How many empires of self rise and fall
Flowing like choppy waves
In an expansive ocean
I feel so many things
As the pull of moon and tide
put this to æffect
How deeply I desire the dreams I have
Of us coming true
As if trying to harness a thing I cannot name.
As we are akin
In dexterous propensity
I feel you so clearly
In all the ways
I have not yet resolved
We are the herons of Esper
we are the dreams I wish to have.
On great wings,
lifted from some other spirited place
how deeply I wish for this to take flight
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