Caravans on a Hill

Up past caravans on a hill
We are the siesta and the thrill
We waver with the sea and all the while I wonder, Is it just you and is it just me?

We sail on this caravel
There's no land until Scandinavia
We are diluvian, elusive like a filly is -
Fled, between boulders to the edge of reverence

The headlands start to fall
Now I'm buried in the loam
The headlands start to call out to me,
I'm in the gloam

It's not that you've gone without thought
In fact the exact opposite
You're stratified in me
And my limbs shame, a misstep on the scree

I'm only here, right beside you
I used to be so good
And now I'm so scared of it



Credits
Writer(s): Leo Bargery
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