Has anyone seen the legible clues,
read between the hands of time that our world...
[There's no one quite like you]...
When the storm beats against us...
Shadowy eyes gaze
over my crown of braids...
Where did they come from?
Leaves holding crowns of tempo...
You deeply yearn just for a night,
To have reality vanish...
Like a melancholy light
glowing below your window...
Not sure where it will take them,
the clouds dress themselves with...
I don't arrest my emotions
and cloak them beneath sleet...
Endless.
The ocean dome...
.
As deeply as I receive your warmth...
...............Time
...........brews loud...
We were never childhood friends, living down the
country roads where we could have thrown stones...