Sunday, August 14, 2016


It's this place
He says . 

Take my hand 
She says . 

Across the wall 
Built against oceans 

I make this boat 
Patch work left wounded 

Stitches and sails unfolded 

It's dark here 
The storm comes from her eyes 
She becomes a light house 

He said I see you 
She said 
Come . 

Lights faltering 
In and out through the haze 

I can be your sun rise 
But as I sit the sun only sets