writer | écrivain | ékwiven
Vanity and insecurity tucked into their proper places,
Sunrise, sunset.
Friends and lovers past, a sea of half-remembered faces,
Sunrise, sunset.
Chances missed and paths leading to the roads less traveled by,
Sunrise, sunset.
Moon towering high ruling over night,
Sunrise, sunset.
Enduring fears dissolving,
Relentlessly evolving,
Without change we are nothing.
i
just want a little respect, a bit more consideration,
body – all pain and determination
ii
writhing in the sunlight, kissing the sky,
watching the tides rise and die
Cool clean air and remnants of the past line the avenues.
Cafés on every other corner, magic spent with a love that’s true.
Loves, lives long lost – extinct.
Enveloped in the winding hills,
Entranced by hazy blue skies,
Could use another week (a month, a year) away,
Lost in the city by the bay.
For you,
I’d learn to write love songs in Spanish,
Sonnets in Italian,
Haikus in Portugese.
The kindest disposition,
Warm hands, tender lips.
For you,
I write love notes in the morning,
Dance all evening,
And sing until my voice has gone.
The night is young, this moment’s fleeting,
We roam the city while its sleeping.
For you,
I’ll brave the cold, the rain,
Climb cliffs to sit hand in hand,
Hearts open, love flowing.
Ghosts in the Parlor
Wailing through the walls
Calling out lost secrets
Roaming through the halls
i. This city reminds me
Nights I’d come home soul stained with vodka, whiskey, gin
After all-night, kissing the wrong person
Sleeping in to get passed the disappointments
ii. That song reminds me
Open wound of a life
Waking even though my very essence was dying
Everything amounted to nothing, desperate to hold on to something
iii. This place reminds me
Beautiful new memories made
Body/mind a lot less heavy
Time loves those old scars away
Hayden Winston 
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