Come Disappear
Rush your waves of freedom
pulse slow where alcoves bleed
lay gently in the grass of heaven
amongst the humble and the meek
Faint eyes lie down in blazing heat
where the burning fades desire
unfurled taught ropes entwine
and boil steams still streams
Unguide lost thoughts subsided
roam the hallows of my lair
run past fear of another morrow
into me come disappear
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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