Be a mountain cave // in this world yet still untouched.
Not a reflection // a timeless echo bounding
off the shape of you // more honest than the eye sees.
Be cool and sightless // a constant discovery.
Tag Archives: Imayo
The Wind Whispers Dissent
A broken rock split by time // Aeons spent apart
The world moves on between them // smoothing out the flaws
Their soft round edges betray // hostile origins
Never to embrace again // but better for it
Grow Gray With Me 