Nested in the far deep,
beyond the the distant tuples of moreish smiles,
beyond the reach of a dayheat intoxicated sleep
faraway but not too long if you walk a few extra miles,
I promise,If you search you shall find.
Beneath the rolling waves of a recycled breath,
on a land formerly unclaimed
faraway from the falling moon and sun's death
through pages of titles unproclaimed
Beyond poems absorbed by a reflex thought,
between the cracked lines of a failing gravity
where we can only realise that love was never ment to be bought,
Then,true love we shall find!