Humble shadow sprawl
oak fingers stretching out
breaking quiet astral glow
in crossings on your cheek
with one closed tearing eye
the river forms
A silent and weary wind
whispers to exposed moon
you're lifelong miasma
going by night upwardly
back again for hours at best
with morning sun.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Humble shadow sprawl
oak fingers stretching out
breaking quiet astral glow
in crossings on your cheek
with one closed tearing eye
the river forms
A silent and weary wind
whispers to exposed moon
you're lifelong miasma
going by night upwardly
back again for hours at best
with morning sun.
