wander I will
eyes to a northern star
alone, again
nine days gone of heaven's gift
a rift in the new
curtains.... show
me time, make a place
where the moon
graces my face
where a slice of life may be eternity-
a day....like her cries in the
dark nights
bothered flames of
bedstead candle
wicks
like the breeze of a day coming
cold and shallow
as my world
come Saturday
afternoon
shall make lights grow dim
but hearts fire grow
in all distance
in memories
glance
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
wander I will
eyes to a northern star
alone, again
nine days gone of heaven's gift
a rift in the new
curtains.... show
me time, make a place
where the moon
graces my face
where a slice of life may be eternity-
a day....like her cries in the
dark nights
bothered flames of
bedstead candle
wicks
like the breeze of a day coming
cold and shallow
as my world
come Saturday
afternoon
shall make lights grow dim
but hearts fire grow
in all distance
in memories
glance
