James Mac

My eyes fix a place, where we just carry on, where no one bears blame, or cares about our ways, a tide rises then is gone, beyond any time frame, then you stroke my face, your running lines worn, delta of a smiling face, soon we’ll be safe, make wolf howls at the moon, the joy of running away, maybe we'll take a train, search for a winter stove, somewhere safe to lay, we’ll raise our game, make light of broken rooms, love’s better on absent days, beats the clock’s disgrace, explosive as a bomb, no one will ever say, we’re better off alone?