How silly it was of me to say
"You were in my dream, the other day!"
When that world I entered in my sleep
Was all my own, was me alone, entirely.
By Gabriel Huizenga22 days ago in Poets
Here I am, in the middle,
between clouds and streetlights;
stars and darkness, both
above and below.
it is hard to see stars
By Gabriel Huizenga2 months ago in Poets
Greetings, weary time-traveler!
Hello there, from the past;
You've traversed many moments
since this pen touched paper last.
Not sure which is worse,
A span of distance or time;
Both turn friendships blue.
There have been mornings like this before
Filled to the brim with a strange and quiet light
Which glimmers on otherwise dark surfaces
Painting an evening walk blue
This gentle midnight.
in the still blue air
the earth reaches for the sky
like a yearning soul
The forest has always been cold. Strangely cold, deeply cold.
And as far as anyone can tell, it always will be.
At least, that is what all the locals say.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Beat