Thursday, June 30, 2022


Quills filled with air like a porcupine's are
They're so I can float and have hope in my heart
I put them to paper and sometimes to spar
But mostly I joke and I don't go too far
At night I'm at home on my own save the stars
Which light all I write with the ink of the dark
The moon says that soon we will not be apart
Your room to illume with my love she departs