Astray

Astray Bitter winds rustle through the trees,a longing starts deep within mefor light that breaks the darkest days.The autumn sun has gone astray. I want the gold dust from your eyesto warm my bones in turquoise skies.Birdsong chittering in the fray,the autumn sun has gone astray. There’s no more wishes in the well,no hidden secretsContinue reading “Astray”