Moonriver 

Everything I Never Told You

Don’t let the memoirs
of your life
become the journey you
wish you’d taken
No matter how far inland
the air is sugar.
Savor it’s sweetness.

Let the soul gather trinkets,
while there’s still time.
Create your own republic.
Let the moonlight follow you.
Find your huckleberry friend.

Lie down in the tweed of him
Love the wool of him.
Take refuge in the heat
Even if one day it becomes a
spectacular tragedy of ruins.
Believe love isn’t just a conspiracy
There’s always more waiting
around the bend.

After all the poet ask
How many hours do we have
to feel beautiful, to be alive?

-Tosha Michelle

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