i wait in Skye
with eyes singular
nil feet in tides
my mind in rapture
when you do come
i shall be got hearing
lost in knotty shell
under the stars crying
*i hold in tides
deep as love will drown
at edge of night
a moon in Skye to be found*
with tides who *****
where invisible birds
break to the shores
in blackness of hope
lunge for dearest light
that opens in dream
real as my not body
waiting to be held
*i hold in tides
deep as love will drown
at edge of night
a moon in Skye to be found*
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
i wait in Skye
with eyes singular
nil feet in tides
my mind in rapture
when you do come
i shall be got hearing
lost in knotty shell
under the stars crying
*i hold in tides
deep as love will drown
at edge of night
a moon in Skye to be found*
with tides who *****
where invisible birds
break to the shores
in blackness of hope
lunge for dearest light
that opens in dream
real as my not body
waiting to be held
*i hold in tides
deep as love will drown
at edge of night
a moon in Skye to be found*
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