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Poetry

Beckoning (2017)

Wild windmills with a tendency for repetition

Fighting the good fight about absolutely nothing

Always spinning, always sickly, always dreaming

Whirlwinds with an inclination for sinning

 

We spoke every weekend about running away

As far as our weathered feet would take us

Astray to an expensive, quiet foreign city

And I promise to keep every promise

 

I’ll keep a piece of you in my pocket

A locket, and I swear I’ll never swap it

As it reminds me of you, only you

And all you do, for me, I do

 

So please don’t stop this airy bliss

Love will keep this Ferris Wheel turning

Imprinting a daily new beginning

An endless stream of memories worth living