as the sun sets
we melt beneath the horizon
our ears pressed to the wind,
and eyes to the skyline
our hearts beat rhythmically
under the new moon.
the dawning of a new time,
the sound of an old truth.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
as the sun sets
we melt beneath the horizon
our ears pressed to the wind,
and eyes to the skyline
our hearts beat rhythmically
under the new moon.
the dawning of a new time,
the sound of an old truth.
