no letters from home
windows foggy from here
from distance
daylight
can
be
felt
she sprinkles her horizon
on me
what
have
i
she pulls me
over her
am
i
echoes
of
her
tear
drops
hitting
my canyons wall
laying here beside here
feelings
of
left alone
she was never right beside me
my heart is been
as
thrown
strip me through you hollows
fill my hands with sand
pull me from this
furnace
of
who we think
I
am
trying not to whisper
now we
are
learning why
for every season there is
an
teardrop
only summer
makes them dry
flying through
this fall
how
could we
learn an thing
no letters
from
home
?
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