Rhythms

There we were making rhythms

Jumping ahead of Earth’s own heartbeat

Setting new times to our universe

And we drank it in like warming wine

We the children

Running to deserts

Pockets full of magic

With whiskey spirits in our souls and our wings

Us few the bold

The brave trodden souls

Tobacco stinging bright our gypsie eyes

Kaleidoscopes reaching fingers through our minds

To stir our colored dreams

Our dusty hearts set aflame

By setting stars and shooting suns

And here the sparks become our loves

And so with them we danced up

Into airless skies and cloudless nights

To make ash angels on moons

And snowflakes of Milky Ways

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry