A.W. Books & Poetry

Green lights

Liquid disguise

Lucy in the sky

Diamonds in the eyes

Can’t fathom the words

Stuck on the climb

Lost in oblivion

Fine little lines

Move through bodies

Hiding from the clock

Same train

Different stops

Holding on

Until we fall off

Unwind in the divine,

I promise,

It will all come with time.

~Annalise