Cold Streams of Air

[Boughs]

Cold Streams of Air

 

It’s a major deception

when you think about holding

the beautiful kick of the sun

Urgent to penetrate and distance

the dance between the sea and love

when the only reason sun beats in the hole

is because the distance manifested is forgotten

But I found a reason to have the brightest spark

screaming in caged ice. Fire colors melt through

chambers and tunnels, holes in ice

through to skins i own, flaying from slight moves.

I won't guess when you look at me how much your

thoughts run away, to make patterns in sleep.

It's the little things.

[girl friend]

Wow thats good.

 

Yeah, its always the little things. They're what matter.

[Boughs]

Thanks. And yeah