a gift of breadcrumbs by YouInventedMe, literature
Literature
a gift of breadcrumbs
distant
in all but
the ways
that I
have pictured you
sun-kissed
not ocean-starved
shaking off
the years (the fog)
for all
that you
deserve
.
would that I
could will you
weightless
buoy
September
teach sleep
to a
dream
at most
(renewing
hope)
I am a
mirror
enchanted by
starlight
reminding
magic
of form
(lucky
to
be)
building
a language
between us