The islands off the coast are on fire
Yellow and crimson
Just
Ceramic tile, flourescents,
Yellow iodine
I can feel your presence
Hold your tongue and walk away.
Say its been a lovely
What is it in nature which lends its hand
To the
A song for when you go to keep you company,
A
sound asleep in an ocean of crashes
sound asleep in pouring
Never, never ending
Constant motion, constancy
Forever complicated,
Always ove
The brackish roots of river pine
Anchored in my curving spine
Bend
Fate will find a way, for you
On golden wings and
The singer steps forward
He's not a tour-sung hero
He's not the
I can see by the light of a broken sky
That
Leaning from the balcony
As if without a care
Wondering should I
On my father's legacy
Is handed down by angels' wings
A bittersweet
I can hear you sleeping
Like a softly penned letter
That you