…that’s me running through your words, here and there…
Part of the love songs collection
i want, like the wind - to see myself running through these words of yours;
playful in your phrases, or a storm, or twist of light warming freckled skin.
So i invent myself in the shadows, listen with ears that rebuild your art in my image.
i press myself in between your lines artlessly, with love
i want to be the hum of a note or two; i want to be a vowel, even a word on a single line.
So I invent myself a world where we are at play, our words draw a map.
my imagination places me in places your heart created but maybe not all is shadow
that’s me running through your words, here and there, a boy playing in your soul.