Morning leaks from within the cracked blur
hung up in perplexed thoughts, unfamiliar.
nightfalls made way for storm’s a comin’
meandered from my veins to the ashtray’s ring
A streak of reliefs to summer’s solace
If we could be together on lovers’ space.

Little one with grave for days,
élan is ours if we start today.
Thoughts elope on a forsaken highway
dusky hallucinations lead the way
Faint lights , faint hearts
Be still , but still
leaping and racing , burning trails.

If we meet a desert along the way,
with black sands as curtain coasts
for a lone black rose that matters most,
keep close, stay close.
Lines drawn on sand , you cannot stray.
Two souths don’t converge, we’ve sinned our ways.

Pluck the rose, quit the chase.
Spill your confessions, keep the change.