From here to the river Out into the marsh Rain falling hard, bruising mud's fragile flesh Grasses enclosing its core Each sway of wind holding, holding this land together Together, memories And a threaded symphony of regrets Blinding, the sun can be--Out there in the marsh Up there in the sky The sky of blue, of specked whites Mirroring eyes, Eyes of soft white
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 4:56 PM UTC
From here to the river Out into the marsh Rain falling hard, bruising mud's fragile flesh Grasses enclosing its core Each sway of wind holding, holding this land together Together, memories And a threaded symphony of regrets Blinding, the sun can be--Out there in the marsh Up there in the sky The sky of blue, of specked whites Mirroring eyes, Eyes of soft white