You walk your shoes on the lane
With twisted thoughts you know
That salt is in your grain
With everything you show
The upside is your mood still on
Angry stairs of your beset
Summer gloomy giving and done
You have the face to regret
Like silver threads in the sun
Each shadow dance wide
There is no walking the fun
Or steps to garden's abide
You see me broken in my eyes
Of bowed head and shaking knees
There are no peaty outside lies
Those sway a little like the trees
The haughtiness that must be tired
And awfully hard to accept
Is only the certainty of the cried
Shoulders falling in reject
Night is the shoot with my own words
Steal bowed and weakened
I had once gold shells spurts
Of pumping and digging' its sheen end
Stairs up the stains I still climb
Meeting the surprise on the still
Impulse of serenity in its whim
To give of its moons to fulfill
Like huts in histories name
Welling the past on its roots
Of diamonds that dance in the flame
Of their flickering glaring nude
Something to bring the rifts
Times of the oceans down leap
A clear in the rise and the shifts
Where everything comes that is deep
