April nineteenth and clouds circle tight,
the sparrow flies above the storm front.
I learned I’d be learning life half alive.
A grey rain in my bones
and a silver arrow to the heart,
I wanted to go in glory
but God only knows where to start.
Some blood in my mouth,
some sweat on my brow
and a train station love affair.
Somethings remain unclear
no matter the angle
or how hard you stare.
My night dove goes with you
as you slip out reach once more,
It’s because of our gravity
and a paradise lost
we were last to explore.
No comments:
Post a Comment