• soniacookbroen

Skip the Line

ah the winding wind

and it turns again

this season into harbor of my heart

black lines fade to a point in the distance

along the horizon

I see your silhouette

in this chest all the words I never dared to speak

lie sleeping

awaiting this key to unlock

and with each beat suddenly released

a thousand dreams

sewn together these moments at the seams

I stitch with you

and my breath follows yours like a train into the darkness

these roads and bridges

hidden by the forests of futures

laid out in the night

waiting for the butter yellow slice of sky

dawn shimmering through the indigo canopy of stars

now seizing the life that we feel inside

no longer asking permission to shine

now leaping without sight of the landing strip

a heart full of faith in my minds eye

vision within reach now knowable