Submitted by stoneprince 5 years ago
I love past-time. Smooth rocks. Soft landings. Encouragements and tears. I am fundamentally lost. My hull collides with waves too high to climb. My rather becomes a strange elopement. Past familiar moorings. I was sent past dogma and I reveled in constellations. I am looking for that land. Beachheads to share. A hand fit to mine. Comfort in an Ivy Wall. Long steps rejoined in a temporal faith.
This a follow-up. Of lives gone. Relevancy, crushed ice in tepid waters..