Symphony (By Cat Matchuk)

You feel like summer,
when sun would rain from symphony,
and eternity.
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
You feel like summer,
when sun would rain from symphony,
and eternity.
I couldn’t fly, I crashed into you.
Arms outstretched, feathers where there were none,
close your eyes tight enough and you can feel their gentle touch,
the kiss of air. Continue reading “Kiss of Air”