Tag: freedom

summer grey we’ve lost our way

what will become of fragile men in glass towers

dropping anchor and moving on to dreams

grey clouds gather just in time for a midday nap

light decay newborn shadows stumble

chasing after the dying light azure kingfisher

to the drenched gods we raise a toast of whiskey

rain at last this summer night is complete

devote bare feet to earth and cinder

reply to summer winds in whistle and song