Feb 8

Now here's a fool walking through a forest of wooden bridges,
And your green eyes looking backwards, across a backwards step,
backwards across a wooden bridge, you sweep the forest floor
when you move, you're one who moves when you move.
Covered in the moss of love and confusion,
You're all the moving distractions, all the moving reactions.
You're one who moves when you move,
You're the one who moves when you move.
I'm not watching you so much as breathing,
I'm not breathing so much as drifting under the Universe of you.
You touched my left elbow when I was winter in the trees,
An electric shock went to my snake brain, an interview.
Ley Lines did you see a stop sign when we jumped the fence?
Do you remember the stars of December twelfth?
Your green eyes turned into windy twisting spirals
Of love and confusion looking at winter upon this tree.