Francine

Times we ought to share, a yellow light of feasting, brings us dreams of elsewhere, let others condone, that passing daydream, of broken homes, more than any flair, she'll do what's needed, doesn’t need the stairs, to hear love's angry tones, sink around her knees, like broken water, it really isn’t fair, she knows what she's leaving, the duties of care, a used loading stone, she stands by the sea, swears that it's over, at play or in prayer, she cries when released, wonder if I'll dare, s say run away with me.