Float among the lotus blooms
A sea of ashen white.
Soon your ship shall sail to port
And crush your bones to gold
To have and to hold
Out into the night.
Patiently, oh, tired eyes,
Sleep not until our ship arrives.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
Float among the lotus blooms
A sea of ashen white.
Soon your ship shall sail to port
And crush your bones to gold
To have and to hold
Out into the night.
Patiently, oh, tired eyes,
Sleep not until our ship arrives.
