We stood alone in old, we stood so close
Stocking feet to knit the floor, worn to the wood
Comfort pales my complection now,
I can't get out of this light.
There's no safety in a moment changing everything I thought I'd known
I'm looking for ways in instead of out.

Days end the night begins. Night ends again.

Rest your hands on me.
Second guess myself, humbly.
Moon through the trees,
a witnessing.Dust and scratches minus curtains in a mess of sorted memories.
Been sorted out for me.
Soft in stages and we're making our own way,
Stumbling

This is no ones home, only stolen moments, burning on.

I wrote you stories, you'll never read
In a house of broken dreams and memories.

Ground broken...Forever

Torn from a lip,
by a peaceful hand and fingertips
Burn away the paper dream
nervously revealing me
You've given me a place to begin.