Mathew

Bring me a sweet sign, paint dusk constant blue, curtail your eyes in flight, come near to me I groan, on this ship of turpitude, no one dies alone, we sail among the isles, gently light the fuse, make prayers of our lives, steer an even course, lulled by sweet perfume, temptation’s all we know, you are my even sight, more than any muse, only you can decide, what is worth growing old, how to bring such news, to lives feeling cold, night time sings our truth.