lorica

I dream of green fields
Shoulders free of weight
A clouded blue sky
A place to plant a seed
And you are there
And we lay side by side

You speak a new language
Wrestling ghosts with skin
A liquid voice from a hall within
We form two angles of a point break
Melancholy breaks around us
Dividing what aims to wear us down

You said it was your kind of Heaven



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Durkan
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