Beattie

Signs we fly away from, some won't make sunset, scattered,sundered, god's associate due, the astonished wonder, hearing whispered thank yous, fire and distant thunder, why we had to run, the unwashed amongst us, never mind the news, I feel myself crumble, what price for this crew, beyond our daily jumble, our days not meant to hover, fighting over what is done, how the world slumbers, at this illicit silver, night winds sing forever, my arm holds a lover, his sleeve a chance number, i think of the others, their faces a sweet mirror.