October 1998

It’s cool, crisp, new.

Wrapped up tight in a blanket made of every moment i’ve ever spent with you. 

From tiny eyes i’ve peered dreaming about this feeling. Holding on to the autumn air a little longer than I should.

Counting down, the breaths baptising my mind. 

I’ve come clean to you so many times. 

Bundled up in life, warm hot sips. 

Eyes fluttering into a dream filled sleep 

Where you are near and all is sweet.

Blowing past the cloudy daze 

I feel your voice speaking through this place. 

Making my world go round is the energy sent through me when I transcribe

Our bond to words

Just take me by the hand and love will serve the universe.

Warm and comfortable.