Monday, 16th December 2024
but for the wind
I'd ride so softly at night
I'd know no buffet or swipe
to my heads, tails, or knees
but for the moon
Iād swim forever in lakes
no current or tides could I take
to the rivers, oceans, or seas
but for you
I'd curse a quiet lone night
betide of woe the oceans
and call it time
to my spirit, pride, or disease