It's good to be alive in a world that has you in it,
To wake and rub the sleep away from eyes that see the sun
As if for the first time.
It was good to lie beside you and hear the soft music
Of your breathing, warm against my chest in the careless dawn,
And know that dreams survive
And bleed into the world to live out their days quietly.
It's good to live in hope that the dream has not yet expired,
But only gone dormant,
Fallen asleep through a cold winter of separation,
Only to awake someday, as we wake, and go walking
Gently into the sun.
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An Ongoing Anthology of Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of the poetry that I have written and been writing since around about October 2018. Naturally, not every poem has been of a decent enough standard to be included here, but the ones that have been included are the ones that I lik...
