this perfect moment

lay by this fire
let my body erode away
leave me lying staring across the stars
let me listen to the sound of wind
I’ll be okay
don’t ask any questions
I’m not in the mood for doubt
let me live
I’ll be satisfied if you don’t speak
just touch my hand
you’ll feel within
palm to skin
you’ll understand
just make me believe
we are nobody
we can be so happy
doing nothing
be a piece of wood with me
be a bit of ground with me

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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