Hanging by a thread

On a thread we are tied,
ear to ear.

The same rhythm throbbing in our heads,
flowing through our veins
and the same thoughts streaming through us.

With shared dreams
and forgotten heartbreaks,
in a piece of music -
we love. 

Sonder

Sonder

at 3 am

being good

following the words and dreams of a great father

watching

          through the broken window pane

          the dance of the city lights

               behind the shadow of the tall tower

i remember you