Kayla

Going out with the tide. Night and day. The moon hides out there, between each new day. Love is restricted and soft when it shakes. Love for itself, when yours is transparent comes but once. Now in the afternoon the circle of life Love is as deep as the bay. Where the world of loud silence, I shake. Everything discernibly, is easy to escape. The ring completely, it shapes. And everything of yours cannot be to me that much closer, when touched. Papers and books, remainder of shade of pencil, glass and your name. The time when each heartbeat is struck, at your temple, the same it is constant. The blood, when it is repeated. The light/write of it, how it turns to the light it is different the wall. Your shadow upon it, to the theater of life is the ghost a reflection. I am the eye of which you look at. Your stare at the screen, being I see soft the middle, will you find it by my. This when it's time, it is time, it disperses. It never stood still, I am by it held, whence restricted, I go, I come, I go, I am ready when you are, do not pause. Do not speak, walls have ears, hear them call, always you, working hard.