such light only seen through the cores of apples.
Waiting for the second best; To trip in your shoe laces
Arrange these thoughts within bones and cry the roosters last call.
When it takes flight it carries the souls of us,together on a field of purple parts dancing .
I fling my frown on your black beauty for it has stained
That which granny knitted her last summer, such skills for a winters child.
End our long journey, this is only the beginning of a shallow spire, absolution and the lips of wine


(Co write with symphonytothedead)