
Tides
Windswept, the light on the moors
how it made me forget
our sealed hands
where darkness collapsed
between our palms
and how they began
a new day
when parted once more
the smothering black
that clinched between them.

Windswept, the light on the moors
how it made me forget
our sealed hands
where darkness collapsed
between our palms
and how they began
a new day
when parted once more
the smothering black
that clinched between them.