Dry Fall Leaves Against a Winter Fence
Time. There is too much time Waiting, Waiting Pinching seconds out of stars Oh how I wish I may and I wish I might Sanctity. There is too much Sanctity Good, Evil Wobbling over the mights and the oughts Through the precious possibilities of days Passing. Oh yes, that too is gone Forever Last night last year lasting love at last Oh how I wish it would have been that way Cast out, Banned by a rope of circumstance Aching, aching Don’t fall in, do not give in, do not go gently Oh how my face aches and I am the pretty one Space. There is too much space between us Dry Fall Leaves Against a Winter Fence Check this out on Chirbit