Faith
I don't want to forget your name yet,
easy as the new wind
the first syllable billows into air
lost in the repetition
of water.
Already I wish to fly
on the single sound of you
that escapes me
before it dives into a hush
and sinks in the sea
of ruins.
I don't want to forget your name yet,
easy as the new wind
the first syllable billows into air
lost in the repetition
of water.
Already I wish to fly
on the single sound of you
that escapes me
before it dives into a hush
and sinks in the sea
of ruins.