harbor

pop another lid
despite the voice within
even the palms
do a dance
even though
it's never what i meant
i explain in dreams
that the severance
isn't what it seemed
but it doesn't matter
because lines were drawn
before i ever had a chance
a silence drawn carriage
where all i had was a hand
on a horse
greater than us both
and so
the winds go
from wood to metal
and the weather
is the only thing
between
flickering lights