Blood On The Snow
Blood On The Snow August 2019 jp More here on our love and our war… and duel Untruths… truth’s shadows crossing all our words in colours we only dream we understand… So…. On a soft summer’s day… We rise with impressions, because either you or I… Have no way to listen or ever to know how… Detail, like a flower smelled, a bee seen, a cut on our skin with razor pain… Maybe might be how or even why I love you… Let me go from how this world was made for being here Let me fly to where we all will go All the strangers we have met We see in their eyes the sparkle glean and suffering Where time has no place Here Or In my your heart To listen how We dream beyond this pool Whether rich or poor or soul… Shadows in our minds cross these forests skies whose air we breathe Can we listen or do we Neither rich nor poor nor knowing how Because no measure in the swirling haze of morning’s dawn From burning black blue to
