Silk Sky

I ride by my ancestors side,

Gliding through silk sky’s,

I, my and me

I, my and me and a futile obsession with immortality,

Clay

She moulded his broken and beaten soul into fine form with her firm gold hands,

Now he stands by her side sturdy as a boulder facing out to sea,

In cafes

I was blue until I sat in a cafe with you.
Years later I am here, thanks to you.

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