Words: Dylan Thomas
The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.
Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every true or crater
Carrying cloud. Death strikes their house.
Too late in the wrong rain
They come together whom their love parted:
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain.
1 | Hello There |
2 | Macbeth |
3 | Small Town |
4 | Paradise Nevada |
5 | Wilson Joliet |
6 | Graham Greene |
7 | In The Library Of Force |
8 | Riverbank |
9 | Big White Cloud |
10 | Gun |