the twilight hours //House of Heart

I feel you in the pouring rain violent or soft as a breeze.

A distant star you fade into the night from which you came.

Wounded hearts are slow to heal but I have become indifferent to pain.

Sweet gardenias fill my rooms with mortality

decaying petals soaked in secrets

rhapsodize my dreams with the zephyr of your sigh.

We are a wasteland, all poetic breath died with us.

I long for the scent of earth infused with deep roots,

the soothing sounds of swaying wind chimes clinging

to the limb of a live oak,

soothing sounds for the twilight hours.

Source: // House of Heart

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