Testo Life Lines

i want the hissing of summer lawns
or just the bench in my backyard.
i need the sand that circles your eyes
from the south shore
to my bedside dresser drawer.
this is where i keep my everythings.

i breathe so heavy not to be confused with the wind carrying summer news.
where was the time really spent,
but in my head?
too many ghost stories to tell.
so let's not watch the fear flow back again

because the connections we make
hold so much weight
and gravity can be so unkind sometimes
and our hands don't stay
open for long
so i'll hold nothing,
wish myself well and move on, i'm gone.

but when did we learn to lie? soften your eyes,
keep drawing lines to cross and realize
love doesn't belong to us.

we cast spells and spirals
that spin webs for miles, sing.
in the motion of these moments
we find 'right now'
as we already are.