Monday, April 24, 2017

Vigil, Changing Homes

Hours we lay awake
In dreams that keep us warm
where we reach the morning sun
Wingless, we fall to the ground
In this wake, I'm unbound

In this wake, I am unbound
Released from clouds like rain
In thunder cries are drained
Shivering through a chill
In your absence, I stand still

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