Gilded lights
refracting neon
by waters edge.
Filled,
not with awe
but excess.
No cause
or place,
merely drifting
across the wake
in a wasted dream.
David W. R. Rule
David W. R. Rule
Gilded lights
refracting neon
by waters edge.
Filled,
not with awe
but excess.
No cause
or place,
merely drifting
across the wake
in a wasted dream.