Open your eyes
Tell me it's not too late
The darkest vehicle for the heart is the mind
And all you thought you'd left behind
Awaits patiently but not without mercy
To collect the debt we all must pay
And in submission and with regret
Her last kisses crash down, just for them
As every perfect grey day left
Overcast and open eyes
And a tiny shallow space
Where his broken body drifts among the splintered timber
There in the dreaming arms of the sea.
"I'm almost home"
September
2 comments:
I do love your brooding autumn ones the best. I wanted to read them all at once. It's always a joy. xoxo
thank you so much for your comment...
I wish October would last for 12 months.
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