No tomorrows
Left in shadow.
I like the discipline to
Face the waves and
Drown inside of them
My nature is to spin like a
Grain of sand whenever a tide comes in
The certainties have shifted
Words deleted incompleted
The hissing drift of wintering
Scalded scar of his words leaves a stain.
No tomorrows
Left in shadow.
Like beggars we would meet again
In the months to come and the years
Exchanging consciousness
Exchanging reason and tears
Released from all the pain
Only a bittersweet saver remains
And the par??? have to glow
A trace of that state of floating is.
No tomorrows, left in shadow X6