Sunday, January 1, 2012

No, I can't ever forget
your child's mouth, your girl's glance,
bold--I dream of you,
I speak, I think of you--always--like rhythm.

I feel vast oceans
heaving as the moon yawns,
and whole galaxies, burning,
swinging as they have always swung, will always swing.

Oh, if you would stay with me--always--
smiling, sensible, as good as now,
I'd walk on those stars, and
I'd kiss the sun on its burning lips.

This came from my Pinterest board, but I don't know who wrote it. If you do, comment and let me know!


  1. love this.

    just found you through Mormon Fashion Bloggers! Yay LDS bloggers ;)

  2. oh pretty.
    how I wish I could write.