poem for nikki sixx.
Closed within a wind-blasted shell,
My summer core beats still.
Weathered by the storms and gales,
My heart beats only as to fail.
The westerly winds come and shift
The sun so it drops to kiss
The horizon as it sets to rest a while,
And the rays curve upwards as a smile.
Golden-yellow street lamps sigh
Their smooth and mellow light
Over the streets and toward the sky
And I can feel this season slide.
Winds breathe air gentle as kindness,
Warmth meets earth in a tryst
And love has come to thaw the hardness
That has choked the land in its harness.
line two is a tribute to Alas, Kind Element! by leonie adams.
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