Beneath a Willow

I gush so many words for fear that each one may someday be my last. This is a terrible and a wonderful fear.

I gush so many words for fear that each one may someday be my last. This is a terrible and a wonderful fear.

I burn, she steadies; my wild flame finds home in the shelter of her love.

Listen in the quiet moments.
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
