
Typewriter Series #2658 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Night tips into day, moments later I find you.
I knew then, truth told, immediate and exactly,
your lips and my lips and some unfolding
of the years to come,
origami in reverse, really.
They say love is an ocean, cliche
repeated over years and ink, volumes thick
with proof of it,
but what they don’t say is
true love is the calming of that sea,
the stillness after a storm passes,
the churning made mirror smooth,
the sky reflecting back, dark clouds
fading off into a horizon line.
Night tips into day, light streaks
into the far off, last glimmers of the hours
we shared and we stood,
still as stone,
solid as the promises
we made.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on July 07, 2019 18:06