take my hand and climb with me…
Ticket Taker ~ The Low Anthem
Night, pouring. Morning clouds, laden. Heavy, grey. Bruised, military blue. And waiting, to bleed. Over birds, perched. On open, backs. Sheep, standing stones. Hopefully, forlorn. Paused, like me. Between, an ellipse. My word, for yours.
Thor, limps. Paw, sore. And shivering. But, I’ve learnt. To leave. Wild creatures, alone. Time, heals you. Naturally.
Patient, treachery. Light, shatters shadow. With, its a rainbow.
And I will be your arc, we will float above the storm…