Heyday One
I felt water rush out of my veins
And fire replaced the river scape that gave heart light beats
In gleaming innocent steps uphill
Regarded I was tumbling
I run
I run
Bliss intention and grave suspension
A girl
A man
Turned Peter Pan and gave me a hand
When I slipped the sandy Bay
And lost my way
He knew not to reprimand
Again, hold my hand
As I land a sigh of release
Captivated
Strung out guitar plays sweetly in my fingers until
I remember who’s listening
Heart of Gold and body of Silver
Shiva grant me wishes beyond my sleepy eyes
I cry rivers
Humbled on gargantuas Gaia
Living in her
Blessed
About the Creator
Equa Nox
I'm a somber and bubbly young lady from East coast of Australia.
I write poetry about lovers, the moon phases, the ocean and sex.
I aspire to be a fairytale artist and writer. Much of my paintings will be littered around my writings.
Love J
Miniature Mind Musings #8:
Recently, I spoke with a family member who I struggled to catch up with for a longer timespan than I would’ve liked and what struck me was how societal templates filled in on successive days routinely suck our time into a vacuum of seemingly infernal deficiency.
By The Dani Writer6 days ago in Longevity
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