lying low
I’ve been waiting for low tide since daybreak
barefoot and hardly any place to go
save further into the well
red sky is but a memory I’ve long locked in
ever since I’ve been able to cry
tears eventually turn to celebrations
thrown by mere mortals
choosing times and places
your spirit is certain to be lying low
august two thousand eighteen
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Thank you, Nyx ~ I’m happy that you do!
You’re welcome my friend