Rite Errs Block

Write of clouds that bow to sup at mirrored sea as it sizzles into the horizon Write of smiles made as children form new words Write of the blade of grass as it stoops it head to lay the storms first drop Write of words that sli ps into another lines that are always crossed Write of the welcome that nothingness offers without recompense Write of slivers of light that dance on oil black Write of touches felt emotion melt Orions trousers fell i guess he lost his belt Write the lie of truths always be uncouth Write because its right