In the Fresh
In the fresh afternoon I wish it could all begin rather than this straggle To the wounded end I’d go back To the start of the kisses To the first firelight And I’d… Continue reading
In the fresh afternoon I wish it could all begin rather than this straggle To the wounded end I’d go back To the start of the kisses To the first firelight And I’d… Continue reading
In the light of the sun I raise up my shadow from the grass To float the world will I Build my wings of glass Blown from the sand where lovers walk Filled… Continue reading