These are not thieves come to take your ruby ring. They are not ghosts with tales too long. It's the sound of dancing of many legged things. That gather your tears from off the ground. . Our home
I caught a glimpse of your body by the river. I was alone and the sky went forever. I was the one that killed your father in the first world war. I once vowed to love your sister for a lifetime. T
Someday I'll find your rotting bones. Oh my golden old friend it's so hard to let go. While time is drifting like the ice in the hearts of the bergs. Drifting beneath the northern lights. . Lonel