Raise your Words,
not your voice.
It is the rain that grows flowers,
not thunder.
-Rumi
Photographs by Jung Lee
I count the syllables
of your laughter
and wait
for the line breaks
of your long deep breaths.
I may be a writer
but you are a poem
and you spill out
like ink
onto the paper
of our days.
-Tyler Knott Gregson
(Chasers of the Light,
Penguin House, 2014)
Come here
and take off your clothes
and with them
every single worry
you have ever carried.
My fingertips on your back
will be the last thing
you will feel
before sleeping
and the sound of my smile
will be the alarm clock
to your morning ears.
Come here
and take of your clothes
and with them
the weight of every yesterday
that snuck atop your shoulders
and declared them home.
My whispers will be the soundtrack
to your secret dreams
and my hand
the anchor to the life
you will open your eyes to.
Come here
and take off your clothes.
-Tyler Knott Gregson
(Chasers of the Light,
Penguin House, 2014)
