oneirataxia/poetry by k.h.

sixty

find me where
the only fighting exists between the willows and the wind that pushes them
where the creek whispers sweet nothings to the flowers
a place where birdsong is not a phenomenon, but a common occurrence
run with me and we'll find our utopia in a world we felt hope impossible
oneirataxia - the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality.

k.h.