Rae

What keeps you brave, a crescent moon at summer, nails that fit a gate, an arc of scurried waves, escaping from your lover, do they know your game, your flight to the break, in a season of trouble maps of distant heartache, you take a morning train, avoid late nite clubbers, please don’t push me away, when sprits come awake, it's no guarantee of cover, find a proper place. you sing of hoisting sail, is that more blubber, join with my embrace, maybe stop you running..