Awash in dew
fine mist rising
Polished slicks
flowing gutters
Spilled lies gather
toss them asunder
Truth endures
anxious to soar
Silence refused
the muse calls
There’s no escape
nor a need
But for a place
. . . to dream
c.b. 2011
Awash in dew
fine mist rising
Polished slicks
flowing gutters
Spilled lies gather
toss them asunder
Truth endures
anxious to soar
Silence refused
the muse calls
There’s no escape
nor a need
But for a place
. . . to dream
c.b. 2011