Caution me
For, I might wander off a bit
Nothing strong in hand
Just corona for guidance
Liston’s summer nights behind
Been a while
I mershed ink
Digital or not
Took a minute to come back
Had to chase round my thoughts
Distractions in different shapes
Started a trend
a love never passing September
been a while
my heart melted
forming,
turning,
crying,
waxed
into words
my spirit
somehow
out in the night
of sky time
wandering
amongst letters and stars