"I think one day
when the sky gets smaller
and the days get longer,
I’ll kiss you.
I’d like to tip..."
I think one day
when the sky gets smaller
and the days get longer,
I’ll kiss you.
I’d like to tip toe through your thoughts
and play tag with your eyes
You remind me of the houses
and wood forts
from scrap wood
I trash picked as a kid-
we could make something out of anything.
the way your hands wave furiously
when you talk,
I know could build a city
from scratch
Maybe I have too much faith in you
but my day dreams tend to take me places-
could that place be close to you?
I have a feeling you like tree forts too.
Come with me and I’ll show you
the overgrown home I used know
the places my brothers and I would go
with stick swords in hand
our palms holding our fate
I’m the captain, you’re my first mate
let’s wade through moss
in the stone ridden creek
follow me!
Butterflies
tree hole eyes
caterpillars
huge, loud flies
stones and throws
bows and arrows
shoes or none
feet flying–RUN!
follow me!
Tickling grass
don’t be last
brambles break
you and I could make
anything
follow me, Charlie
FOLLOW ME!
- “follow me” -N. M. Walker
(via haystackofneedles)
