Her melancholy had a circadian rhythm
Spoken in twisted tongues
Reasoning blind sighted by emotional revenue
Reveries of long lost memories
Testimonies of the heart
How does one escape the kinship of hearts?
When longings derail sensibilities?
There is a raft at the shoreline
It’s sail, luminous and large
Beckoning to travel to another shore
Tide water spreads onto the open space
Bridges are no more