Relapsed poet || Tree lover || Lives permanently in a dream world of thoughts and thoughts and more thoughts..and in the real world as a side gig.
His eyes punctuated every sentence he spoke
Words were eager to spring out of my mouth
Like I had encaged them for a million years
Impatient to unite with her mind, take that awaited route
Along the path that was to lead them home..
As I go back to the riverside