15/06/2015

melancho remix

26/09/2014

dark thunderheads approach
through the windows here
i am this body that aches  
creaks alone

day is passing white sand
through my fingers 
evening comes as a remedy 
soothing as a lotion 

cracked skin of my land
drink of the old solution 
the song of solomon it carries
as a siren across the tide

drowning in the creek
face down in the stagnant water
hide in the grasses 
weeping for my lost shepherd

in the darkness i am racked 
for my heart is over the moor 
with sadness on his brow 
like was his trade

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