Anya

Since we've been away, I don't know what to do, but each night pray, you break the maddened stone, is it finished for you, young one’s still at home, keep the time of day, hear them sing of truth, nothing more to say, no choice but to go, always read the runes, roll like golden domes, signs are all spray paint, hope is not our ruin, we’ve had our play, confined within these rooms, it betrays little clue, this window bears my bones, you sing a song of praise see the creep of moon, new horizons at this café’, when you think of love?