And I think,
something will come.
Not the snake
or the idea of god.
But the way you dress
in nothing but the light.
I am sitting waiting for this.
On a plain wooden seat.
Lifting me
And I think,
something will come.
Not the snake
or the idea of god.
But the way you dress
in nothing but the light.
I am sitting waiting for this.
On a plain wooden seat.
A Wandering Poet 