First and Last
Instead of tongue tied, minds fried,I bathe in serenity.There stands you,holding up a hand to the traffic bustling through the streets of my soul, it stops.I become engulfed,engulfed by a hope that bursts through my chest,one sunbeam becoming many.Engulfed by images of our future,laid out in front of us like tarot,you chose me to be your sun. Engulfed by life itself,the colours leaping through ...