when I was saved from
the thicket picketed with thorns
and soon the sun receded behind
the triple peaks of then, now, and yet to be
you howled into the glowing period
vast, sparkling and combing the lands
could I have grabbed your hand,
where the warmth stays and hearts flutter
and feet walk in sync past, now, and yet
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
when I was saved from
the thicket picketed with thorns
and soon the sun receded behind
the triple peaks of then, now, and yet to be
you howled into the glowing period
vast, sparkling and combing the lands
could I have grabbed your hand,
where the warmth stays and hearts flutter
and feet walk in sync past, now, and yet
