Grace

My vision arrives too late, it's not easy to believe, what I have to say, you rolled within my thunder, exploded like a tree, lost in moans to numbers, you'll find out one day, if you let me keep, plans you’ve thrown away, my mind is so uncluttered, wild birds screech, who needs love, I won’t stand in the way, of a cowards retreat, make it last to date, it makes you wonder, stones, graves, wreaths, who splits who asunder, memories of your face, are not easy to read, the poetry of your days, flies away from me.