Current mood:	listless
Current music:	the tragically hip - silver jet

there's a heron outside in violet light

your heart jumps to.
and my heart jumps, too.
I think, to myself "I don't really know my heart"
and as you whisper "me too"
a silver jet roars overhead
rocks the nocturne all everglade
and grey sheers
silver jet, so far off already...