
Typewriter Series #2669 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Belief, when it comes down to it,
rock solid and unwavering,
the knowing to replace all I once called
the hoping.
Belief that it all happens as it was meant to,
that you were always going to find me,
that I was making my way
to you.
Point North and walk out into the shine,
walk up and around
and through but walk next to me,
Point North
and let all the rest fade to memory.
Simple words start a life, sparks to tinder,
hello becomes the match,
hi into dry wood and grass.
I am perfumed in the smoke
of the life I once lived,
you’re standing still,
half a continent from your
beginnings,
grinning with the flame still lit
in your hands.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on July 18, 2019 17:16