secrets that you keep

by underswansea


It’s all hard up. The light can’t make a dent in the night. It’s a battle with the heart that can’t keep up.

The booze and heartache seem to rule. The river splits past the old bridge, past the old mine where I promised to meet you on the other side. Best intentions be damned.

There ain’t no music, only the sound of the singing trees. The crowded river yelps for help. A swift flies. It’s all praise, regardless of god. It don’t come easy. That’s for sure

And if that’s not enough, the lake flattens; the mountaintops get dusted with snow. The leaves are brilliant and a single frost away from falling.