At which hill
Will the wind crest
Retreat to still,
Recaptured breath
How deep the sea
Churns calling cold
Raptured bells of
Sunken churches toll
If ever there were
Predestined plateau
Where promised peace
Could erase the chain—
But the wind again billows
And once more, the rain
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
At which hill
Will the wind crest
Retreat to still,
Recaptured breath
How deep the sea
Churns calling cold
Raptured bells of
Sunken churches toll
If ever there were
Predestined plateau
Where promised peace
Could erase the chain—
But the wind again billows
And once more, the rain
