There are demons here
That may never be buried.
Time well spent – Staring, Silent.
Each heart beat noticed.
A smile creeps across my face.
Wrapped up in medium,
Thoughts fleeting with the breeze.
It’s okay to be hopeful,
Because tonight we’re the sea..
And beneath this moon no promises get broken.
Chances are slim – 7,000,000,000:1.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.