#is-it-too-late
Found in the fog of a destroyed city
Spinning with ramble and tassels
Clouded covers of amethyst hues
Old stories are never to old to tell
The words we spoke across shores
Under the tree is a home we belong
We forgive as the rains pin on tins
Swallowed in shallow momentums
Did I get it wrong as I saw the light?
Unconditioned and astray, all alone
Is it ever too late to unwreck the ship?
For these waters bonds us together
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC