If I were able to instill upon you
the vividness of my mind
the rushing river of my creativity, carving out canyons,
I would have already taken you there.
Where the skies are kind and the seas as soft as the
Cacti who house the gentle blossoms that
float on the sweet night air as it whispers past them,
pulling my essence along with it through the vast sky.
I promise that I would have brought you.
But you were not ready,
No comments:
Post a Comment