brass / words / 2008 / Brand

As time passes

                Clouds cover the heat

                Rays of passion

Stir and dance

                Form

                                Breeds

                                And

I just rest

Sifting

                These layers

                                Grinding

                                Passing

                Flight beckons

Patience wears

                Something of a clock

Cloak.

                Normal shadows

                Flight by

                                And the sun

That once was

                Echoes brilliantly

                                Bonding

                                Brotherhood

                And within deep

Watered wells

                Lies my starry fate.