No Reason for the Rhyme: 
 
The comfort of your heart carries me through the lens of a living dream. I find that doves are following me home at dawn when you are far from me. I’m sure you know how I long to see the burning stars in your eyes and the moon on your shoulder, like that night when our bodies blanketed the grass in the sparkling dew of the holler. Or what about that time you thrummed “Iris” on your guitar and the whole world was washed in the zest of Winter’s missing kiss? Maybe we would not have lost all of our footsteps in the athenaeum if we were sitting together in the mourning rain, instead. 
 
©️Winter Dawn Burns