Finding old words 0

(Few words from 2005)

I realize that this evening is now,
tomorrow.
You are my nightingale,
the nocturnal sound
of your voice chases the night away.

Leave me to rest this night,
I have done something terrible,
I have done something right.
The words of this mouth communicate
a love that heeds to no distance or time
in your presence I am your's to finish.

Dirty nails grow on these hands
I wish roots would grow out of these nails,
then maybe spring would be complete.

Slumber in the light of the sun reflected by the moon
delight in it's distance, delight in it's might