Wash my heart out on the stones

old barb wire fence

Doe Eyes by Lennie Niehaus

As I’m leaving
a change comes on my eyes
these streets persuading me

with mumbled strange goodbyes
♥ propped up in my bed with pillows, writing
♥ films that are quiet
♥ late night thunderstorms
♥ coordinates on a map
wash my heart out on the stones
♥ The country is lyric,—the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
♥ always a spark of hope
♥ planning & praying
♥ a still, serene place in the middle of turmoil
♥ “I sat thinking. How it was she who’d mentioned love first. How she seemed to be waiting, the door still between us, for me to act. And I imagined that if I reached for her I would find her where she lay waiting in the water, and my fingers would glide over her bare wet skin until every inch of her, every crook and hollow, would become mine. I would vouch for her with my life.” ― John Burnham Schwartz, Claire Marvel
♥ dreams that feel real
♥ laughing & crying with joy
Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.

-Michael Bruce, Elegy on Spring

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