No Poet Peach

A blog of poems and musings by PJR PEACHES

Inconceivably

In the whispers of dawn, we’ll seek the unknown, Wandering down paths where the wildflowers grow 

Beneath the empty sky, we’ll set fire to our minds, and make vanish all the pain we fed inside

We keep baring our teeth at the idea of peace, the disillusioned concept that rest is for the weak

All I want is to hold you and laugh and weep for you, as the days go on forever and forever and forever

Inconceivably, you’re just where I ought to be

So Impossibly, you’re just where I ought to be

Unbelievably, you’re just where I ought to be