The pass is elusive,
The reign is heavy.
All weight is pass,
Nothing returns to sight.
Silence is the absence which seeks what remains in the light.
Sitting at home ..thinking... life is not so bad.
Daggers out in ready late
Rolling coffins promoting the state of affairs
Easy goes the tidal air
Searching the water
Breaking soft noise
Looking for something
Something old
Something familiar
Something still
I lose my regrets
I lose my sanity
I find my will
For being there for me in tough times, trying times, hard times.
The storm has passed and we have what we have. Sorry for the cut. It’s not what I would have done if I had options. Clear weather. A new dream.