Broken Bells of Dew

by Chris Ver Voort



Without the wherewithal was you
We spoke between broken bells of dew
Western lands, we sweat and bled for you
Within the why was all of you so
So, so

Cold tide sun fried and freeze dried
Like a cloud off a cliff in free glide
Like a frog fleeing in a tree strides
Cold deep and downside up you shied away

From me you slipped out the side door
Thought about your space while I faced the floor
Mesmerized like the first time we locked eyes
Larks and ravens look through all disguise
Only to cut time and gut the heart ties
Tied around
Maybe next time


released June 21, 2017



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