*for browinin'*
i write these words
hoping they make a way
within the forest of your essence
like lamps lit
with embers stolen from your smoldering eyes
darkness now becomes me
as they carry me deeper
into the glades of gladness
i get when you cross my mind's horizon
and when put together
they burn brighter than a peaking sun
letting you envelop me
and all you believe i can be
so that treetops envy
the height of our souls' flight.
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