afloat on shadows and fallen
in the chill of
cold golden mornings,
I pray and have found gods
are the same texture as velvet.
dark and soft, yet
needing warmth
to melt and become
wet
as rain,
as tears.
afloat on shadows and fallen
in the chill of
cold golden mornings,
I pray and have found gods
are the same texture as velvet.
dark and soft, yet
needing warmth
to melt and become
wet
as rain,
as tears.