Branches wave at me through the depths of a cloud-domed darkened dawn. Wear my worn out trainers for a casual day again, Or harsh splitting boots if there’ll be ice on the floor. I can’t slip into the road again and spill my confidence. I don’t want to go, I just want to live in your warm quiet arms again. The valley where shattered sun fragments fold and puddle into a day. Breeze into my brain, Like a street curb in summer, As sweat dotted handlebars slip, From a loose untroubled grip, Feel the cool of the shade and I welcome it.
Quit Vision 