Future Deleted Experiment Of The Present # 21
“Empyrean Almanac”
rejoice!
by garden built sincere, removing gloves for sake of fun
four hands held in autumn near, dig like dogs in love by sun
embraced, to wilt we fear, ripe and plucked, encased in shade to meld as one
but seeds be left as time draws pier, until another spring my love, and if I rest before thee, may I return so only ye can see
not to haunt but a sturdy ship I be, to again hold, laugh, and dance with thee, in such need to grieve, even if mirrors may not hold me
then sail away on ceaseless sea when the longing need of me recedes, we both laying anchor, to new hands in garden’s peace

This is fucking sinking. Lovely work Kyle
by heart’s harbor I wait, till tide and seed align again, to drink the same sun and know thy laugh in bloom once more