The nonsense of brilliance lingered
In the evergreen
Where you’d been trying to trace maps
You forgot how to read
Between the
Blush of
Sweet wine
And burnt coffee
Barefoot march
Through the trees
Cradle eyes
Watch over me
Head held high
Rosy cheeks
Starlight peels
Through bitter breeze
I’ll show you places
You thought you’d lost
Soft light and faces
You cradled, forgot
Between the
Raised voices calling
Your comfort to bed
Well stop here,
Sleep well,
Rest your tired head.