Sway

This spirit lives

Though it thrives beneath the willows

Shaded by the leaves of grace

This time it shines and frights easily

Under the steady glaze, sun phase

These fingers feel sweet, taste salt,

Wander around forgiveness.

Through riddled fondness

A bow escapes your breath

And falls, trails along the floor

As if I deserve exposure, the leisure

Of your hands willing

Free yourself

Come to the place I once knew,

Not far from my feet,

A shade grew untidy

Surrounded by the heat.

Sometimes I watch you dredge

With old dreams, far times

Your words become a whisper

Passionate of its crimes

Pull me away, I'm lost in your sea

Watch me sway

I am but a night away.