flows

ever lay upon daring swings
is why we sway to and fro
holding on to earth
is called letting go

fruitful fear finding grace
spitting my tongue

ploying and easy treats
are for the weak

if I had candles lit like lights
burning in twilight
maybe I could see the sparkle
coming from her eyes

hands have hard times knowing
how to grow

just put them down
and upon this seat
shall swings somber know